PURPOSE   Prophetically destined, perfection revealed, from the Creator's Seed Messiah will come forth. In the town of Bethlehem, the Prophecy was born, Worshipped by the wisest of men, pursued by a jealous King. Who knew that the clenched fist of the tiny babe held my destiny? Protected by that purpose of His father's perfect plan. The only begotten Son of God became Savior, The Son Of Man.   The priest of the people gasped; at His teachings were amazed. When He said, "Out of the mouths of babes, I have perfected praise."   With quiet comfidence, he declared, "I and my Father are One." His baptism, the voice of God resounded, "This is my beloved Son." At a wedding celebration His disciples marvelled when He turned water into wine. Later with profound simplicity stated, "You are the branches, I am the Vine."   The true bread from heaven soon became enemy of the religious state. Called Him a blasphemer and thought to stone Him as He healed the sick, revived the dead and raised the lame.   With no sense of self-preservation, went to Jerusalem for the feast. To die for sin of the best and the least. Innocent of all charges, condemned; silence was His reply. His flesh torn at the whipping post; I wince as I almost hear the anguish of His cries.   Spotless, He became dirty. Naked, He took my shame. Willingly, he took the torment of my mind.   Took possession of all principalities that rightfully belonged to me. Cried it is finished, and presented His body on the Mercy Seat. Sacrifice accepted. Jesus' mission is complete. Now sitting at God's right hand makes intercession as High Priest.   For eternity I could try, yet still fail to describe the depths of the Father's love. His love knows no boundaries... I was in prison and He delivered me. His love is spoken in a universal language... I can hear His voice. His love extinguishes the burning of rejection... I am accepted. His love stills the torment of a helpless spirit... I am at peace. His love redeems our lives from the clutches of sickness and disease... I am healed.   He laid aside His royalty, and became the Passover Lamb. Now He bids me come... JUST AS I AM!   By: Jennifer D. Sanges Used by permission