Go To the Ant


Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
Proverbs 6:6 KJV

Go to the ant my Father said
Who knows to do My will
And crumb by crumb fills up his home
Before the winter’s chill

Each day he does his tiny part
Each night without complaint
And works beside a thousand brothers
With the patience of a saint!

If he can please his Maker’s heart
With just his little task
How much more should you and I
Do all that God may ask!


Go to the Ant By Peter Caligiuri
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So He Could Cover Us With Grace


Now the tunic was seamless, woven from the top through the whole. So, they said to one another, “Let us not tear it, but let us cast-lots for it to decide whose it will be”—
John 19:23b-24a DLNT

They stripped Him of his tunic
His seamless cloak with all the rest
Dividing up all that they could
Then gambled for the best

While above their heads He watched
As He fought His fight with death
In suffering still He loved us all
As He struggled for each breath

And when they took Him from the cross
Where He had suffered in our place
There He died for us, alone, exposed
So, He could cover us with grace


And if anyone would sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well.
Matthew 5:40 ESV

So He Could Cover Us With Grace by Peter Caligiuri
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Author’s note: I have been intrigued by the stories of the shroud of Turin, and have watched with interest several presentations about its history. But, as I recently came upon the verse in the Sermon on the Mount, where Jesus tells us to yield our tunic and cloak, I remembered how the soldiers, ruthlessly stripped Him naked and then gambled for His seamless robe. Then, I was ashamed to think that I had been drawn to stories of the cloth He may have been buried in, but never wondered about what He wore in life.

We don’t Know What He Looked Like

We don't know what He looked like

Whether He was tall and thin
If His hair was long or short
Or the color of His skin

We're only told His hands could heal
And His voice could calm the wind
And how He sometimes prayed all night
Then welcomed children close to Him

No, we don’t know what He looked like
But when darkness hid the sun
At the cross the soldiers cried out
“Truly this must be God’s Son!”

So when the centurion and those with him, who were guarding Jesus, saw the earthquake and the things that had happened, they feared greatly, saying, “Truly this was the Son of God!”
Matthew 27:54 NKJV


We Don't Know What He looked Like
By Peter Caligiuri
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