Father's Love

How deep the Father's love for us,how vast beyond all measure that He would give His only Son to make a wretch His treasure. How great the pain of searing loss that our Father turns His face away as wounds which mar the chosen One that bring many sons to glory.

Behold the Man upon a cross that My guilt was on His shoulders. Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice calling out among the scoffers. It was my sin that held Him there until it was accomplished. His dying breath has brought me life and I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything, nor gifts, nor powr's, nor 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.
Be Blessed!