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.
This is my favorite worship song ever. I am not usually the type to be the hand raiser, eye closing, or dancing type of worshiper. I am presbyterian and we are board straight when it comes to worshiping. No clapping, no "AMEN BROTHA!", and never raise your hands. Boring right? Yah, I know. But it was how I was raised so really it's not that boring to me. But everytime I read or sing this song, it brings me to tears. I just want God to know that I love him so much. I have messed up a lot but he still takes me back in his arms again.
My youth pastor was talking about this video ( http://video.search.yahoo.com/video/play?p=mlb+philadelphia+daughter+throws+ball+back&ei=UTF-8&fr=yfp-t-701&fr2=tab-web&tnr=21&vid=0001597231796 ) God gave us life with Him for eternity and we took that ball and chucked it as far as we could, not knowing what we were doing. And even though we did that, He still takes us into His arms tells us how much He loves us. Do you remember that kid in your gym class that nobody ever threw the ball to because he always throw it the wrong way? We are him. But, God continues to give us the ball and we continue to throw it away. And He continues to love us.
