We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
The Greatest Gift I could receive, Salvation from God's Wrath, is given to me when I believe, and walk the narrow path. But none of this is work I do. It is not faith, that's seen. To trust someone to cook for you is never what this means. Our parents in their Garden home distrusted God, The Truth. The sinful fruit they ate to roam away from God from youth. No sinful soul can stand before The Lord of all that is. Just Christ's Perfection can restore the sonship, that is His. He lived the life, that I could not. He died, was buried, rose. He showed me, that my deeds are naught, but His deeds The Father chose. To have New Birth in Christ Alone, I'm brought to life by Him. His death for sins do now atone. I sing a lasting hymn. 'Tis not of me to ever live. It's all of Jesus Christ. My inability I give. He paid the awful price. by Jay O’Toole on February 2nd, 2024 ![]() |