Tried something different today because I’m putting my skillz to the test :)
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
Tonight when we got to my parents’ house, these flowers were in my mom’s kitchen. She had just pulled them out of the garden and the symbolism they spoke to me about Good Friday was powerful. 1, 2, 3 flowers. “On the third day he rose again; he ascended into heaven, is seated at the right hand of the Father, and will come again to judge the living and the dead.”
Easter is coming, guys. And if that doesn’t give you hope, I don’t know what will.
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All for the taste of sangria stained lips, 5000 miles just to get my fix.
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