Sacrifice

No greater love

There is no great love

Than when a man lays down his life

His life

For his friend

There is no other sacrifice

No other

That could atone for our sin

For our sin

Have you ever wondered

If that was the only way

Why did Jesus die?

Why for us?

Who would go through all that pain?

All that pain for dirty thieves?

There is no greater love

No greater sacrifice

What we call love

What we call sacrifice

It's nothing.

Nothing compared to His love

His sacrifice

Why do we ever think we're good enough?

What gives us the right to boast?

Have we forgotten?

Forgotten the great love?

Forgotten the sacrifice?

There's no greater shame

Than to forget the ultimate gift.

Than to forget what your king has sacrificed.

Great Love, redeem us.

Heal our hearts.

Reveal Yourself to us.

Show us Your love and your sacrifice

That we won't forget it.

Eowyn and Faramir.

IMHO the most adorable couple ever. <3

"Then, Eowyn of Rohan, I say to you that you are beautiful. In the valleys of our hills there are flowers fair and bright, and maidens fairer still; but neither flower nor lady have I seen till now in Gondor so lovely, and so sorrowful. It may be that only a few days are left ere darkness falls upon our world, and when it comes I hope to face it steadily; but it would ease my heart, if while the sun yet shines, I could see you still. For you and I both passed under the wings of the Shadow, and the same hand drew us back."

Imagine Contained

That girl. Something has to be done about her. She’s a danger to us all, she’ll destroy everything we’ve worked for. But you can’t get rid of her . . . no, that wouldn’t do at all. She has to be contained and we must figure out a way to use her for ourselves. She could create us anything we wanted. Just imagine.
We have to invent some new way, something that will work . . . it won’t be easy, but we have to do it. Remember. We want her alive, unharmed, but contained.

I’m frightened. Large ghostly blue eyes stare back at me, thin wisps of angel blonde hair fall around a pale, hollow, face. I reach a hand up to my own face and the girl copies me. This startles me, and I take a step backwards, but she does the same. I reach out to touch her, but my hand meets cold glass, and I realize the girl is only a reflection--one of myself.
Whimpering, I turn away, wondering exactly how long I’ve been here. How long have I been contained in this cruel place, with no escape. No way to imagine my out--that usually worked, well used to. With all my problems I could simply imagine a way out, but not since they had caught me and locked me away. Something withheld me from imagining things. Something was holding my power at bay--and this time I couldn’t just wish it away.
They call me dangerous when I have never hurt them. They lock me away trying to use me for themselves, but I can’t do what they ask. I can’t even imagine a warm bed or a soft pillow down here. That’s why it’s so dark. They hate me.
My name is Lyri. I have the power to imagine things into being. Well, I used to. Not anymore.

~Black