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No Mean Miracle This...

A preacher once challenged his listeners with this thought;If God granted us one glimpse of heavenor one glimpse of hell...hell would be empty;Heaven so awesome, hell so awful!This mortal body instilled with immortal soul is no mean miracleIt is the awesome opportunity to believe in the One who made it possiblethrough his death and resurrection, to spend eternityin a perfection we cannot begin to fathom...1 Cor.2:9But as it is written: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,Nor have entered into the heart of manThe things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”Do you love Him?Have you believed in Him andreceived his gift?Eph.2:8-9For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast. Therefore, because every one of us is an Immortal Soul clad with a temporary cloaklet's treat each other with utmost awareness of what we all bearin common... this, then eternity! No mean miracle this; Soul stoked/cloaked with breath of lifeNo game of chance, no traitor’s kiss of death to insult strifeNo futile farse is faith, no hoax, hope’s holy stairsNo pompous or pious charade, worship’s parade of prayers Time tunes a transient toll; the body like a bargeThat bears the cargo of the soul; a very sacred chargeThrough life, a precious gift we unwrap day by dayUntil the final, fleeting weft/breath of wrapping falls away God’s love is without lack; His armor has no chinkHis goodness groans on our behalf beyond what thought can thinkHis ways transcend the scope of logic’s keenest kenHis promises anchor the hope of all who trust. Amen. No mean miracle this; body with soul instilledFor God, so rich in mercy is the law of love fulfilledHe beckons all to come; to repent and believeThis is no mean ultimatum He suffered to achieve …His pardon for our sin; a debt we could not payAh, heed the Voice that pleads within! Believe in Him todayLest what is mean at last is our rebel prideWho knew the miracle, but cast its saving grace aside © Janet Martin
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