Beside My Cross
be rooted in Easter Love today,
light and free as a tree bud,
purposed and held together by Divine dwelling
in your small, simple swelling.
You’re your Branch’s crowning hope-jewel,
Heaven’s waving, waiting, merry-making tool.
The Easter Seed broke to tell your glory story,
singing you to fullness,
clothing you in new, death-defying nature,
securing all you could ever want to be,
simply, in Me.
Nothing speaks of our potential and value to God like the cross.
The cross is why we have a glory story.
Because of Christ’s sacrifice, we can wholly lean into grace, daily shedding our sin like a seed shell, dying to pride and greed.
That’s what Jesus did. Leaning fully into the Father’s power, He shed heaven’s glory in order to open His arms to a shameful death.
That’s why we live.
Now as His offspring, we must likewise yield to the Father, take up our cross, and trust nothing is lost when sacrificed for Christ.
Lord, as young buds growing into Your image, may we please You, may we be spent for You, and may we lead others to grow into You too.
In Jesus’ name.
Friend, how can I pray for you today?