Through The Hollowed Cross To The Hallowed Path

I see the vision when I worship God:

I kneel by the huge erected wood cross,
See my debt of sin and guilt,
All has been nailed on it through Jesus Christ’s death.
The water and blood flowing down from His body on the cross,
Cleansed my wounds and healed my illness.
Then I heard Father God proclaimed that I has been set free from the slavery of dark prison.
I close my eyes and surrender myself to Jesus,
Who embraces me tightly as one spirit with His Spirit.

When I open my eyes,
I see myself being transferred from the physical world into the spiritual realm.
Jesus Christ is the bright, radiant Victor,
Stands on the other side of the cross in His Kingdom,
Opens wide His arms to welcome me home,
As the child whom Father God lovingly called, chosen and adopted.

Look! the wood cross burned up by Father God’s Holy fire,
Opened up the portal for me, who is united with Jesus Christ, to cross over to the Holy of Holies,
Where His mercy seat is above the law of world,
With His mercy I am renewed daily to be more like Him.

I look at the hallowed portal surrounded with the burning holy fire,
As hollowed by Jesus Christ’s broken body of willful sacrifice,
Like the empty tomb He was resurrected from the death,
For paving His hallowed path for all the saints in Christ,
To be anointed as His co-heir and holy bride in eternity.