How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should 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 held 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,
His 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.
We sang this song yesterday at my church during our Good Friday service. By the end of the song I had tears running down my face. What has Jesus done to deserve dying on the cross? Nothing. What have I done to deserve it? Everything. I do NOT deserve God's grace and mercy. And yet, He found a way to forgive me, by sending His Son as a sacrifice on my behalf, and your's and everyone in the world. The least I can do is give God back the life that He gave me.
God, I can't even begin to comprehend how You could send Your Son to die for my sins. But I thank You for it everyday. Let me try to pay You back by giving You my life to use however You want. I am Your's now until forever. I am Your servant.
