Seriously, they don't make them like they used to... if you repeat this out loud, or even reflect on it... well for me... It brought tears to my eyes...
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 mocing 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 inJesus 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.
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Josh and I have done this song before it is awesome. I love it.
I love this song, but I will challenge the"They don't make'em like they use to." I think this song is less than 15 years old.
i love this song. i especially love the This Hope version of this song...did you give it a listen?? good stuff...
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