Friday, 9 October 2009

Singing to the Father

I was having a some time reading the Bible and praying with my wife the other day. I found myself singing to Father God. I found it quite overwhelming.

How deep is your love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That you should give your only Son
To make a wretch your treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
You turned your face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold your Son upon a cross,
My sin upon your shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held you there
Until it was accomplished
Your 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 you my God
Your death and resurrection

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

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