“From All The Way”


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From All The Way

All the way from the throne,

And,

From let there be light,

and it was so,

From the Son of God,

To the seed of the woman,

From the seed of Abraham.

Isaac,

And David,

From being born of a virgin and

being called Immanuel,

From the womb to the cradle,

And being born in Bethlehem,

From being called “The Bright And

Morning Star,”

To Savior for All,

To being called out of Egypt,

And being baptized by “The Holy

Spirit,”

While being placed under

water and being baptized by John,

From the Heavens opening up

As the Heavenly Father announced

“This Is My Beloved Son In Whom

I am Well Pleased”,

To being a Prophet like Moses

After the order of Melchizedek,

From childhood to Priesthood,

From praying to our Heaven Father

In Gethsemane Garden,

From public ministry,

To working of miracles

While teaching godly principles

and parables,

From preaching in the temple,

To being meek, caring, and lowly,

From being compassionate and

without guile,

To being despised by his brethren,

And a stumbling block to the

Pharisees, Seduces,

And being hated and rejected

by the Gentiles and Jews,

and despised by most all,

From being betrayed by a friend,

And the disciples forsaking him,

To being sold for 30 pieces of silver,

From standing before Pilot,

And being smitten on the cheek,

To His visage being marred,

To being spit on and scourged,

And grieved for by His mother,

Mary,

From carrying the cross all the way to

Calvary,

From suffering in silence,

To having feet and hands nailed

by the Romans to the cross while

He bleeds,

From being forsaken by The Heavenly

Father while covered by Sin,

Hanging there in agony with a

Crown of thorns pressed in skin,

From being mock and given gall

and vinegar for drink instead of water,

When He cried,

“I thirst within”,

From garments being parted and lots

cast for his vesture,

From being called a transgressor,

while interceding for murders,

From bones not being broken,

But,

Being pierced in His side,

To hanging on the cross

until He died,

From being buried with

The rich and flesh not

seeing corruption,

To ascending on high,

To His glorious resurrection,

To restoration in Glory,

And sitting on the right hand of God,

To forever now Savior, Lord and King,

The universal God of all,

From the cradle to the cross,

From the grave to eternal praise,

Jesus Christ!

Lord, God, Savior of the world,

Lord, God, Savior of all!

Author Thelma Cunningham

www.authorthelmacunningham.com

“What Color Is Your Love”



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Color Is Your Love

My love is a clarion color,

It flows like translucent pure

Rhythms,

Flowing in harmony with the universe,

Your pulse and fine, tuned rhythms of

your feelings and emotions,

My love’s color soars un-obscured,

Unhampered, Unimpeded,

By fog or midst or darkness that

exist,

When the night star light in

heaven under it you I with pulled

Bodies share pure bliss,

My love is the color of naked,

Brassy,

Brown,

Bold,

Transparent,

It is indubitable,

Make no mistake,

Soothing for the intellect,

It is unequivocally, perceivably distinct,

It is nonnegotiable,

Uncompromisable

Luminous,

With moving shadows in still night,

Yours and mine,

Pure,

Acquitting,

Forgiving,

Emancipating,

A deliberate, purposed delight.

My love’s color is simply clear

and invested only

in you dear.

,

Author Thelma Cunningham

www.authorthelmacunningham.com