Who but You, could breathe and leave a trail of galaxies and dream of me?
What kind of king would choose to wear a crown that bleeds and scars to win my heart?
What kind of Love tells me I’m the reason He can’t stay inside the grave?
Who could speak, and send the demons back from where they came with just one Name?
What other heart would let itself be broken every time till He healed mine?
Emmanuel, the promised King the baby who made angels sing Son of Man who walked with us, healing, breathing in our dust
The author of all history, the answer to all mysteries The Lamb of God who rolled away, the stone in front of every grave.
-Excerpts from Natalie Grant's song, Alive.
Cheerio,
Angelina XD
Photo Credit: NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA
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