Happy Easter

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 

* words from How Deep a Father's Love for Us