Thursday, April 05, 2012

How Deep the Father's Love For Us by Stuart Townend

I'm trying to reflect on what Easter is really about.  It's so easy to just look forward to having a four-day holiday in Dunsborough or eating chocolate.  I'm trying to quieten my thoughts and remember what the Lord has done...the price He paid to set me (and many others) free.  Ashamed I hear my mocking voice calling our among the scoffers....but yet He loves me.  What kind of love is this?

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.

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