"The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : “Here is your home country.”"
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
fujifilm x100 / vsco film / bald hill, sydney, australia /
Green building in Manhattan.
"Instead of writing,
I would rather be saying
all these words to you."
This morning I am drinking coffee out of a mug as big as my face. My hair is messy and my eyes are sleepy, but I am so unbelievably thankful for Jesus and His sacrifice for us. Remember today for He has risen and sin no longer has a hold on us! He is alive and lives through each beautiful thing on this Earth, including you and me. Happy Easter, everyone.