The Vision Division 12-10-06

Behold, the vision, and its division;

Infinite Heaven - to Earth's final end.

God is unchanging, but we keep chasing,

For a God that we can't comprehend.

Many years ago, right here down below,

Humbled in a lowly manger;

A pure simple Dove, poured full of His love,

Yet all those that feared truth, felt danger.

Committing no crime, yet after a time,

He was brought to Pilate alive.

After all the assault and finding no fault -

In harsh anger the multitudes cried:

Screaming, "Crucify Him!" - then it turned grim.

After hours of suffering He died.

They buried the Son. For three days they won.

Then the stone proved that He was alive!

The question confronts our stubborn wants.

Each direction we turn there's none.

We look for more clues and one we will choose;

The true answer is found in God's Son.

The vision's not new. We must think it through.

Will the answer come altogether?

With us way down here - and God way up there -

Only Christ can bring us together.

In sin and despair, you're not with God there,

And that is the vision division.

For up from the earth, Christ offers rebirth,

We all have to make that decision.

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