On my way to work this morning, I heard this song...it's one of my favorites. I have yet to make it through this song without welling up at the unfathomable love that my Father had and has for me.
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 turned 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.
ADAMS, PARTY OF 6: Our endeavors to raise our three little ladies--and one sweet chap!--for His glory.
4 comments:
that's one of my favorites, too. Thanks for sharing. What a great reminder.
stine-o-myte! lookin good! are you still in MI? your little girl is a cutie!
I love that one too! I sing it to Chloe often.
Karen & Nate, Love your blog. We didn't know until just now that Dick & Darlene had accepted a position in Chicago. You're right -sad, but glad! Olivia is a cutie pie! - Aunt Linda
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