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He Still Can Move A Stone
by Deb Nelson (Deb's bio)

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Easter 1997, what does it mean to me?
Two thousand years ago, Jesus died to set me free.
God in human form crucified on the cross,
The blood of the Lamb shed for me, was the cost.

God sent His Son to die, so we could live,
This is the ultimate gift He could give.
Why did He do this I sometimes wonder?
So we'd no longer have "the law" to live under.

We have free will, we're given a choice,
We have thoughts, decisions and opinions to voice.
We're given life or death to choose,
One we win, the other - we lose.

Things were made simple when Jesus came,
We're now saved by grace, not the works we claim.
He gave a new commandment that was simply to love,
Our neighbor as ourselves and with everything God above.

He died a death like that of a thief,
His mother and John watched in their grief.
They laid Him in a rich man's grave,
So all us sinners could be saved.

And with His resurrection, Jesus went home,
To sit with God on the right hand of the throne.
Throughout this land He wants it to be known,
Trust Him with our lives, He still can move a stone.

Copyright Deb Nelson. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.

About Deb Nelson: Deb Nelson is a single 41 year old that lives in Minneapolis, MN. She has been writing poetry since the age of 14. Since getting saved 6 years ago, she has learned to be still and know that He is God. In that stillness, the Holy Spirit inspires poetry for her to write, she feels as though this is her ministry. Often times, these poems are like her journal, other times they are showing her gift of encouragement. Please let these words speak to you and bless you. E-mail Deb

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