A Good Friday Offering
The sole ferry to safety was ready to depart.
Special admission only.
One solitary ticket stand.
Last chance.
I had not the standing,
Nor the price of admission.
I stood forlorn in fear,
I would certainly be tortured and killed.
Then a Man stepped up.
Radiating such undisguised love,
Unveiled compassion.
He gave me His own precious ticket with a smile.
No hesitation.
He paid my price.
Dooming Himself.
Bewildered, I caught hold of it.
I stood astonished,
Forgetting even to thank Him in my haste,
As they cruelly beat Him down,
Dragged Him away,
To what fate I couldn’t know,
Didn’t want to guess.
My fate . . .
In horror, I watched
As I walked backward
And, not nearly grateful enough,
Stepped onto the boat.
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Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 
Mar 30, 2013 @ 12:12:06
I used something similar to this to witness on a golf coarse once. Great example……….ron
”O, God, we don’t want anything You have, we want You.” That’s the cry of a soul on its way up. “Lord, give us that hunger to know You; deliver us from the pride that makes us want to use You. Let me pray today with John, ‘He must increase, but I must decrease.’ Amen.”….. AW Tozer
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