How Deep the Father's Love For Us

How deep the Father's love for us. How vast beyond all measure.
That He should give His only Son,

To make a wretch(me) 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(including me) to Glory.

Behold the Man upon the 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.

So I will not boast in anything. No gifts, nor power, nor wisdom.
But I WILL boast in Jesus Christ.

His death and resurection.

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.

If i said "thank you Jesus" a billion times a day for the rest of my life it wouldn't be enough.

But I've never been more thankful for anything in my life.