As for me, I know that my Redeemer lives,
the last He will take His stand on the earth.
Even after my skin is destroyed, Yet from my flesh I
shall see God; Whom I myself shall behold,
whom my eyes will see and not another.
~ Job 19:25-27~
Six Hours One Friday
By Max Lucado
The King swallowed…
He looked at the Prince of Light. “The darkness will
be great.” He passed His hand over the spotless face
of His Son. “The pain will be awful.” Then He paused
and looked at His darkened dominion. When He looked
up, His eyes were moist. “But there is no other
The Son looked into the stars as He heard the
answer. “Then, let it be done.”
Slowly the words that would kill the Son began to
come from the lips of the Father.
“Hour of death, moment of sacrifice, it is your
moment. Rehearsed a million times on false altars
with false lambs; the moment of truth has come…
“Oh, my Son, my Child. Look up into the heavens and
see my face before I turn it. Hear my voice before I
silence it. Would that I could save you and them.
But they don’t see and they don’t hear.
“The living must die so that the dying can live. The
time has come to kill the Lamb.”
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