the four right chords can make me cry

A simple prayer from the heart.

Thank you, God, for friends who are almost family, whose kindness and friendship warms the cold winter days. Thank you for London, and for the opportunity and privilege to be travelling like that. Thank you for getting us home safe and sound, late wake ups and delays notwithstanding. But thank you most of all for Jesus, continue to teach me of His precious, ultimate worth.

How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss!
The Father turned 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 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 as 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

1 Corinthians 13:12
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

Amen.

Labels: Songs, Travel

posted by beckyboo @ 8:40 AM