Thank you for saving me. For coming to my rescue.
The people of the earth plead and wail. They are desperate for a being who can save them. They realize their plight and the limits of their own abilities. They have been defeated-beaten, unable to get up. When they cry, he comes, always. Some might ignore him, holding our for something "better" or more convenient. But others reach their arms out to the one who will beat their capturer and deliver them.
And he will. And he did.
As one who had been beaten down to the earth, one who had been abandoned and left for dead, one who let you walk by me with no desire for true help. I wanted your help, but not you. Until one day I saw your eyes. Warm and beckoning, you came to my rescue.
"In my anguish I cried to the Lord,
and he answered by setting me free."
Ps 118:5
As one who was rescued, it's time to celebrate...
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