When I see the barren cross, I say to myself, He was there. When I think of the empty tomb, I say to myself, He was there. When I read the stories found in the word, I say to myself, He was there with me. He was there.
He was there before the world began. He was there. He was there.
When you caught yourself cutting for the last time, He was there. When you cried out for him in that car wreck, He was there. When you were finally giving up on life and just before you pulled the trigger, He was there. He is here.
He is here. Jesus is here.
(Inspired by For Today)
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