Today marks the second birthday of Thrown Scabbard. In those two years, the conviction of this blog stays for the magnification of Christ who bled, died, and had risen for the glory of the Father and the redemption of my soul.

1:14 of John

(A Christian parody of Green Day’s 21 Guns)

Who could know that void sight before?

He’s One whose words have things formed

Must He weigh the Milky Way and must He be from everlasting             

Can't think plain well of His might.

Can do no good for Him as guide.

There’s one way He seriously said, that I’m ruined

1:14 of John

Shrink down with arms

Him who’s the Light

1:14 of John

Thrown up all charms just to be like

You and I ...

The doze at the berth of the goat

And the cross made sense to my fall

Had two thoughts that made Him stand tall

For God’s fame and the escaping of my soul

Our fate rests on whom we trust

Highest endeavor wouldn’t pass

Without transferred guilt to Christ, we are ruined

1:14 of John

He needed hands

Pinned for our pride

1:14 of John

Brow's vast brilliance, hit for our crimes

You and I …

As you try to save your own soul

May you turn to desperation

If you can get rid of the fire,

There's no need for the King to leave greatness from His throne

Then His life He gave and He died

Cause you can't make any wrong white

Grand thing yells as His heart expires, you were ruined

1:14 of John

Shrink down with arms

Him who’s the Light

1:14 of John

Thrown up all charms just to be like

1:14 of John

He needed hands

Pinned for our pride

1:14 of John

Brow's vast brilliance, hit for our crimes

You and I …