A STOP AT THE CROSS
By Kenute P. Curry
I praise God yet for another day as I
see the dawn breaking. Today He took me for a stop at the cross, and I was
overwhelmed as I approached Him with absolute sincerity and repentance. I was
approaching the cross to have my conscience sprinkled clean. I drew so close to
the cross of Christ that I pictured the blood from His wounded head sprinkling
directly on my heart. The blood dripped from His wounded head over the thorns
from His crown, and on to the ground in front of the cross. Deliverance had
come! Then I started on my way back home to the Father’s house. When my Father
looked through His window, He saw me while I was still far off. He threw open
the door and ran to meet me. As I saw Him coming, I began to sob and sob. He
approached me and embracing me through my tears said “I love you. Child, you
have come home.” I had left as a ragamuffin, but I had come home as a son. You
see, I had spent all of my money on wasteful living, but I had come to my
senses and realized how foolish I had been. I came home and I was justified
through the mercy and grace of my Father. Son. Yes, that was my name all along.
Written October 15th
2013
©2013
Kenute P. Curry. All rights reserved.
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