Remembering the ONE who laid His life so I might live. He was bruised, afflicted, chastised, crushed by the very people he came to save. There is a small chance a servant may die for his/her good master, but for a king to die for a servant who has sinned to make him/her a Royal Priesthood and a chosen person? it takes JESUS CHRIST! How deep the Fathers 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 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 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
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 07:43:38 +0000