Oh, God's Glory Hallelujah, Shine On - 2

Oh, God's Glory Hallelujah,  Shine On

Jesus gave His life on Calvary;

To save us from hell's fatality.

Our debt was paid on that cruel cross.

He came to give His life for you and me.

The sun was darkened when Jesus died.

The crowds of people were terrified.

The earth shook and quaked in it's  grieving.

As they watched the death of the King of kings.

Oh, God's glory hallelujah, shine on;

The stone at the tombs entrance was gone.

The sun came up Resurrection morn;

And it was like a new day was born.

Jesus triumphant, defeated death:

He defeated hell, and we are blest.

Glorious morning, Jesus lives;

And He lives forever to forgive.

Just as He has risen from the dead;

Just as he has bruised the devil's head.

He defeated the power of sin.

So you too can come alive in Him.

No longer lost, but found in Jesus;

Oh, the love, He has shed upon us.

Oh, God's glory hallelujah, shine on;

What a wonderful resurrection morn.

Susan Y. Nikitenko

March 28th, 2015

Poetry/Song

 Colossians 2:12 

Buried with him in baptism, wherein also ye are risen with him through the faith of the operation of God, who hath raised him from the dead.

 Colossians 3:1

 If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God.

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At The Beginning Of Grace

 Romans 6:14

 For sin shall not have dominion over you: 

for ye are not under the law, but under grace.

At The Beginning Of Grace

 They mocked Him and they beat Him;

Slapped Him, Spit upon His face.

Scorned without mercy, they laughed.

Laying  upon Him disgrace.

He was stripped from His clothing;

And shoved, kicked, upon the ground.

Weeping and screaming was heard;

Violence the terr'ble sound.

They gave Him a robe of scarlet;

They platted a crown of thorns.

They placed it upon His head.

Then they laughed a King to scorn.

He could not be recognized;

His beard was plucked from His face.

They removed His royal robe;

In the sight of all debased.

Simon, a Cyrenian;

From the crowds became the cull.

 Followed Jesus with the cross;

Unto the place of the skull.

Then on  Calvary's Hill;

The nails were wedged in his hands.

And pounded into His feet.

His side pierced at hates command.

They sat back and they watch Him.

Then they walked by and scoffed Him;

Upon his dry thirsting lips;

They dabbed vinegar on them.

They nailed a sign of ridicule.

And sarcastically jeered Him.

Who Is This " King Of The Jews"?

Tell me now who will save him?

Father forgive them, he cried;

For they know not what they do.

It is finished, he proclaimed;

When He died for me and you.

Our Savior died amongst thieves;

But one believed and  found grace.

And awoke in paradise;

There beheld our Savior's face.

At the beginning of grace;

Everlasting life was met.

At the beginning of grace;

Our Savior paid our sin debt.

Like a sheep to the slaughter;

He willingly took our place.

On that day long, long ago;

At the beginning of grace.

Susan Y Nikitenko

March 29th, 2014

Different Ending

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The Master Jeweler

The Master Jeweler

by: Susan Y Nikitenko

2009

I am a precious jewel;

In my Saviors sight.

Once a stone, within the ground;

Shining now, in His light.

I was dead, hid from sight;

Love, it dug me out.

When my night was brought to light;

Angels praised and jumped about.

I am special in His hand;

A diamond, dingy, dark and dim,

And He is busy molding me;

Into a perfect, Holy Gem.

In this world of dirt and rock;

There lies hidden treasures, lost.

Busy now, He looks for them;

He bought them at the cross.

While He chips your dross away;

With pressure, in the fire.

Remember, He’s the master jeweler;

Your beauty, His desire.

So put yourself, in His hands;

And take His change, as love.

When others see you shining;

They’ll trust in Him, above.

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There Is A Place

There Is A Place

There is a place that's wonderful;
Too wonderful to tell.
A place that is so glorious;
Where angels live and dwell.

Where happiness forever reigns;
No death forevermore.
Where Rubies, diamonds, precious stones;
Could decorate the floor.

There is no darkness in the sky;
No tears will fill the eye.
The songs will be sung joyfully;
No one will want to cry.

Amazing things will happen there;
Every single day.
No tongue will ever crush a soul[
Nor steal their life away.

No child will ever hunger there;
No pain will take control.
The crippled there will walk again;
Each broken heart made whole.

A golden street will lead the way;
To homes He has prepared.
Forever we will worship him;
Praise Him because He cares.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully comprehend.
The magnitude of what He did;
When He died for our sin.

His precious blood was shed for us;
His hands nailed to the cross.
His temples wounded with great thorns;
 His mother suffered loss .

His feet were pounded with the nail;
His mouth was torn and dry.
But yet with a heart of real love;
"Father forgive them!", was His cry.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully understand.
Like we've never understood before;
When we behold those hands.

We will love like we've never loved;
His joy will fill each word.
And when we look upon His face;
True worship will be heard.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully comprehend.
exactly what He did for us;
And what it did to Him.

Susan Y Nikitenko

February 9th, 2012