Good Friday

A time to stop and reflect.  Today is the day we remember the ransom required by each of us as sinners.  A debt that has been paid in full.  The longer I live in this world and the more I get to know my God the more incomprehensible this gift becomes.  It is hard to fathom the depth of Christ's suffering.  The brutality of it all is heartbreaking, but it was not the nails that held Jesus to the cross that day, it was His overwhelming love for each of us.

I hear the Savior say,
"Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim,
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.

And now complete in Him
My robe His righteousness,
Close sheltered ’neath His side,
I am divinely blessed.

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.

When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
Shall rend the vaulted skies.

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim,
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.

And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down
All down at Jesus’ feet.

These words flood my heart every time I sing them.  I have nothing to offer, but everything to receive.