...Cannot Stop Playing This Song Today:
How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure,
That He would give His only Son
To make a righteous 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 the Cross
My guilt upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Cry 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 powers, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ-
His death and Resurrection
Why should I gain from His remorse?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know, with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.