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This morning, I've got Stuart Townend's How Deep the Father's Love for Us on repeat. Reading through Ephesians 1 while listening to it brings me to reflect upon the incomprehensibility of the gospel. Why would the Father smite His one and only Son, His beloved Son, Him whom He loves most, who deserves to be loved, for me? Yes, it is to His glory, but His glory lies in the fact that He did not have to do it! Yes, it is to the praise of His glorious grace, but it simply does not make sense to me. I mean, I understand it in a cerebral sense, yet I still find it surpassingly unjust; He died freely for me. *Sigh*...perhaps that is the point of it, that the insanity of this scandalous cross ought not to make sense, that in seeing the sheer foolishness, I am undone. In being so undone, it is then that I boast no more in my self, but am left only to boast in that which declares me utterly unworthy in my own merit, yet surpassingly worthy in Him and His work and merit.

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 turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a 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

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

posted by Bolo | 9:48 AM
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