Bids me come and Die

Bids me come and Die

Remember that song “Oh the wonderful cross”?
The cross bids me to die. To die to who I was before I met Jesus. Sometimes the dying is painful. Sometimes it costs.
But the new after? Unimaginable!
Like a rose bush that has dead all over it. So you cut it right back to the ground. There may be a long time of the bush looking dead, then suddenly a new green shoot. Then another. Soon you are so amazed by the brilliant color and scent you forget the days of death.
When Jesus died the sky went dark. The earth cracked. All of Heaven mourned. There were three terrible days of sorrow and confusion as His body lie in the grave.
Then, day three had a surprise. An empty tomb. Not all realized what had happened. Several did not believe at first. But He was alive. He still is.
His death made a way for me. So I can shed my old self and become who He wants me to be.
They paint the road to Heaven in gold in pictures, but really, it’s painted red.
Jesus blood leads the way. By His blood only are we saved.
So? How about it? Are you ready to leave the old you behind at the foot of the cross?