Shauna

I'd like to meet:

THE WAITING ONE"'BEHOLD, I stand at the door, and knock!' Hearest thou, Heart, that voice most sweet? Wilt thou not up and undo the lock And make a space for His holy feet? What? thou art weary and sick with woe.And wilt not arise for the Stranger so?"But, Heart, He's the Great Physician, true, He beareth a cordial for every smart.And ah! He has come for His pity of you.Rouse thee a moment, my poor, faint Heart.Let thee die? O Heart! canst thou say it o'er When the Great Physician is at the door?"Listen, my Heart.Do you hear Him weep? Oh! His soul is exceedingly grieved for thee.He has forded the rivers so wide and deep.And the dangers about Him were sore to see.And, O my Heart! His dear hands and brow Are blood-stained, and wounded, and bleeding now."What? wilt thou not believe it, Heart? Sayest thou none ever cared for thee? Oh! whisper it low, for no crueler dart Could so pierce to His tender soul, I see.Oh! could I but tell thee what grief befell, For the love that He bore thee, unutterable."Let Him in, my Heart, let me still persuade; He will robe thee in beauty like His, divine. He will free thee out of this prison's shade.And take thee into His courts to shine.Leaning on Him, thy Beloved, thou'lt go To His gardens of spice, where the lilies grow."Slowly my Heart to the door has crept, Her weak hand pushes aside the lock.She looks in the eyes that for her have wept, And kisses the hands that so long did knock.She weeps at His feet till her soul is mild, And she clings to Him now, like a trusting child."Oh, how He loves her! How sweet the tryst! Her sickness is over, her robe is white.She findeth her all in all in Christ, And her prison is flooding with holy light.And she sits at the board, and she sups His wine, And feasts in the love of her Lord divine."'Oh! how could I leave Thee outside so long?' She weeps as she thinks of His tender love; But He freely forgives her bitter wrong.And makes her to be a partaker of His own sweet nature, and seals her His By many a pledge of deep tenderness.
I'd like to meet Immanuel (God with us), The Crucified and Risen Christ, The Savior of the World face to face. I'm thinking he's everything good about all the good people I have ever known--funny, fun, loving, sweet, and a pleasure to be around because they are made in His image and will be more like Him when the earth is made new and sin is gone and all there is is love. So anyone who doesn't choose to overcome sin by the Blood of The Lamb will not be happy there and will not be there. He created everything, He gives me everything. He deserves everything but He gave up everything including His own life to give me life. I deserve to die for all my sins and He deserves all the GLORY. MERCIFUL, MERCIFUL, MERCIFUL SAVIOR. JOHN 3:16 "For God so loved the world, that He gave His Only Begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."