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 saints 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 of 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.
-Stuart Townend, 1995-
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Oh, this is so wonderful! Is it a song, or 'just' a poem? It's really nice to meet you. Thank you for stopping by my blog today; I can see we have a lot of common in our faith, love of children and literature. Plus, I live in Illinois as well. Have a blessed Easter!
Hello, Bellezza,
It's a song- a really beautiful one. Stuart Townend is writing hymns in the UK that are just stunning. Some have called him the new Isaac Watts. They have a sort of contemporary Celtic feel, but are very much singable and hymn-like. I really believe they bridge the gap between traditional hymns and the more rock-style contemporary worship music. Another one I just love is Called "In Christ Alone". Sometime I will post those words as well, because they are an amazing statement of faith.
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