Friday, October 28, 2005

something to find comfort in..

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
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

3 Comments:

Blogger crazislav said...

guess what? we sang that song last year in chorale. it was probably the best song we did. it was also probably the most loved. good luck at state, i'll be praying.

Saturday, October 29, 2005 12:20:00 AM  
Anonymous DJ said...

Dude, that really helps... you probably know who i am

Saturday, October 29, 2005 9:29:00 AM  
Blogger yoshi said...

yeah i know. i love this song. its so relaxing and calming to listen to.

Saturday, October 29, 2005 10:51:00 PM  

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