A Father's Love

"How Deep The Father's Love For Us"

By: Phillips, Craig and Dean

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

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

The air is cold and crisp. The sky begins to darken. The crowd begins to grow. Suddenly the thunder hits as if the sky has broken open and lightening flashes as if God has been angered enough to break the world apart. Can you imagine this much anger? Can you imagine how dark and desolate the soul must feel on a day like this. The world is eerily quiet and yet the crowds are screaming "KILL HIM! KILL HIM!" I may not have been there many years ago but my sins were. They were placed on an innocent man so that I may live. The leather strips were adorned with glass and other sharp objects to rip into his body with each forceful blow. His flesh became like hamburger and all they offered him was a vingar gall to satisfy  His thirst. The metal ripped through His bones and muscles and flesh as they drove the spikes into his body. The night before He had been in anguish but where did He go? He went to His Father to express his anger, hurt, fear, and overall his unconditional love for us. He had known from the beginning this was His destiny and His end but He never ran away. He only Loved! On our worst of days. We may feel we are not worthy of anyone's love or anything in life. But as I stop to look back and see the sacrifice He made and the ransom He paid just for me, I can no longer say these things even if my feelings are there. I must step outside my own humanly given flesh to see a supernatural love, a love beyond anything the world could ever give. Words will never be enough. Nothing I ever do will be enough. But even this is ok because I come to see that it is not enough only because He has no expectation of me in coming to Him with my every need. He never forces His love upon me because that alone would not be love at all. He only offers it as a gift and waits for me to surrender and say "You Lord are all I need and more than enough!"