Reflections for Lent
How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And 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 the cross
My sin upon His shoulder
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
posted by Mrs. M. at 10:21 AM
6 Comments:
Hi, Honey,
Is this your writing, or ?? Where is the location of the cross? Did you take the photo?
I love you, Mom
OK--so I was laying in bed putting Big Red to sleep and this song was going through my head, about an hour ago. Good one. Miss you.
Mom: The lyrics are a text from a song--I'm not that creative!
The picture is of a celtic cross, taken presumably overseas.
MJ: I always think that's weird when things like that happen to me! I miss you too--how are the boys?
Hey Mrs. M
Those lyrics reminded me of G'ma Hart. That's the kind of song I think she adored. Acorns don't fall very far!
Don
When I first looked at this a couple days ago I had the same question as Susan. But then I got distracted and she beat me to it. I, too, thought you maybe had written the lyrics because I think you ARE that creative.
I agree with Don: the apple didn't fall from the tree (your mom's OR your g'ma's!).
Isn't that a song????
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