I approach the foot of a cross.
I look up;
yeah some guy died for me.
Flippantly I think,
yeah he died for my sins;
I believe it and I’m glad.
Can we just skirt around the subject now?
I don’t want to think about death.
I don’t want to think about suffering.
I don’t want to think about blood
that means his life is draining away
because that would mean
that I have to think about
the depths of my sin.
I don’t want to think about Wrath;
can’t we just talk about Love?
but what what kind of love
does not punish a mass murderer?
what kind of love does not punish
the terrorist who took out thousands of lives in one bombing?
Love includes wrath.
It has to.
And as I stand here I think,
But I’m not a mass murderer;
I’m not a terrorist.
But what about my meanness,
my unforgiving heart?
What about lies I’ve told?
What about Disobedience to God’s law,
wanting what others have,
disrespect for parents,
going my own way
instead of God’s way?
Suddenly my flippancy disappears,
and a heavy weight
begins to push me slowly
down to my knees.
Suddenly, I’m glad to think about
Him who took God’s Wrath for me,
suffering there in my place.
As I kneel at the foot of His cross,
I let His blood fall on me,
hot, sticky lifeblood.
The blood of a covenant
that He is cutting with
anyone who will believe,
a blood Covenant
that requires His life to drain away
so that I may receive life eternal
Lord, I believe!
I bow there in the heaviness of it all
feeling the weight on my shoulders,
Sorrowing in His pain and anguish
that should have been mine.
My heart is heavy;
My breath catches in my throat.
I stay there at the cross
flippant no more,
and I think,
what kind of love
would give His own life
for the condemned?
What kind of love would bridge the gap
Between God and sinful man,
with His nail-pierced hands,
His bleeding hands,
His outstretched, bleeding arms?
What kind of love
would wear a crown of thorns
when He could be up in heaven
wearing a crown of gold,
set with every Jewel known to man,
and then some?
What kind of love would willingly die alone,
a brutal, undeserved death,
on behalf of the guilty?
And so I weep in sorrow and in joy
that One so great
would love such a lowly one
Thank you Jesus for Your amazing love
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