Monday, January 30, 2012


How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He would give his only Son
To make a wretch his treasure

How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns his face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross, my sin upon his shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that left him there until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished




I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
Hi death and resurrection

Why should I gain from his reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

2 comments:

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  2. Thank you! :) And thank you for the service you've done for America!!!

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