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 guilt 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
I cannot believe I gain from Christ's reward. I cannot believe He chooses to use me. I cannot believe that He has forgiven me, wholly. I cannot believe that He loves me. I cannot believe He wants me to spend eternity with Him. I cannot believe that His strength is made PERFECT through my weakness.
But I have to believe. My heart is steadfast, O Lord, My heart is steadfast.
Abba,
I thank you so much for the greatest pain you felt on that cross even for the least of my sins. I am so grateful that through my mistakes, you can still find a way to be glorified. You've given me immense opportunity to serve You and You've given me and overwhelming peace that I am in the center of Your will. Father, I am so thankful for that.
Lord, I believe; help my unbelief.
Yours alone,
-Aly
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