To many, Jesus Christ is only a grand subject for a painting,
A heroic theme for a pen,
A beautiful form for a statue,
Or a thought for a song.
But to those who have heard His voice, who have felt His pardon, who have recieved His benediction,
He is music -- light-- joy-- hope--and salvation..
A friend who never forsakes, lifting you up when other try to put you down.
There is no name like His.
It is more inspiring than Caesar's.
More musical than Beethoven's
More eloquent than Demosthene's
More patient than Lincoln's
The name of Jesus throbs with all life, weeps with all pathos, groans with all pains, stoops with all love.
Who like Jesus can pity a homeless orphan?
Who like Jesus can welcome a prodigal back home?
Who like Jesus can make a drunkard sober?
Who like Jesus can illuminate a cemetery plowed with graves?
Who like Jesus can make a queen unto God out of a lost woman of the street?
Who like Jesus can catch the tears of human sorrow in His bowl?
Who like Jesus can kiss away our sorrow?
I stuggle for a metaphor with which to express Jesus.
He is not like the bursting forth of an orchestra...that is too loud and it might be out of tune.
He is not like the sea when lashed by a storm...that is too boisterous.
He is not like a mountain canopied with snow... That is too solitary and remote.
He is the Lily of the Valley; the Rose of Sharon; a gale of sweet spices from Heaven
He is our HOME.
- Billy Sunday
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