Jesus: The Man From Nazareth

D Denis Martindale Denis Martindale
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Behold the Man! He's called God's Son. He's called the King of Kings. He's called the Lord of Lords, at one with God, to whom He clings. Christ calls God 'Father' all the time, yet what now can He pray? For blasphemy was called His crime and this is Judgment Day... Behold the Man! Behold Him now... transfixed for all to see. With deep-pressed crown upon His brow... Blood-stained on Calvary... From the wounds these soldiers open, when such are crucified, His Blood drips down like mortal men who bleed on either side. Behold the Man raised from the dead! Some say His wounds they felt. The very places He once bled convinced them, so they knelt, To worship Him and praise the Lord and preach to save the lost. Such revelations aren't ignored by those who count the cost. Behold the Man! Anointed Christ... The Saviour of Mankind. The Lamb of God once sacrificed... The greatest love you'll find. If Heaven waits, it won't wait long. God's Word tells what to do. So trust in Christ who did no wrong. The King who died for you... (July 2011)

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