Rose Colored Glasses
Offerings of wine and rose colored glasses
As I stood at the foot of the cross,
Glasses to deflect who I was,
Illusions to justify the cost.
Rarely will anyone die for the righteous,
To die for a sinner absurd.
Take from me, Jesus, these rose colored glasses
That the fate of my soul be deterred.
Sacrifice and offerings, He cast them aside.
I stood at the cross in despair,
Nothing hidden before His eyes,
All my sin lay bare.
This is My body poured out for you,
Christ said as He bore my disgrace.
Jesus wasn't wearing rose colored glasses,
He died in a sinner's place.
�Kathy Hobaugh
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Among The Heavens
Hiding Your beauty among the heavens,
Enduring all elements and time,
Like majestic mountains in Colorado,
You stir my soul to climb.
Narrows the path between life and death.
Each step awaits my fall.
But glimpses of holiness, like peaks above the clouds,
Display God's irrevocable call.
No room to turn, either to the right or left,
No strength to move ahead,
I've gone too far, I can't turn back,
So I turn to faith instead.
Hiding Your beauty among the heavens,
Enduring all elements and time,
Glimpses of Christ giving light to His splendor,
He stirs my soul to climb.
�Kathy Hobaugh
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