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.
Whether you have a faith or none at all I wish you all a happy, blessed and peaceful Easter.
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