Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Easter poems

Love is that liquor sweet and most divine,
Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine. 
~ George Herbert

Salvation was bought
not by Jesus' fist, but by his nail-pierced hands;
not by muscle but by love;
not by vengeance but by forgiveness;
not by force but by sacrifice. ~ AW Tozer

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