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,
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.

Bohold 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.

How deep is your love for us Lord. How wide, how deep, how high, how long...Oh your love for us Lord is unbelievable...and i mean not even understandable. What kind of King DIES for his servants? That you would give your only son to die on the cross, in order to make a sinful, filthy, dirty slave, who so often runs to the worlds corruption....to make me your treasure. Me..the pain, the humilation, the sacrifice that brings all your creation to glory. As I look at the display of my Savior Jesus upon The Cross. I one of those who have spit in His face. I have mocked Him. I have once comformed to the world, I have heard my voice, and seen my body act against The Messiah who hangs marred on The Cross. It was my sin that held him there. But with His dying breath, He brought me life..He brought me life. Never will I boast in anything...for i know all I have is from my Father. Gifts, power, wisdom are all His, not my own...so I will boast in Christ Jesus. For He is The One whose love abounds and whose sacrifice has given me all good things. Why should I gain these things? I am the last person on earth who deserves it. Why are you so good to me? I will never hold that answer here on earth. I will give up on that question; I will not know. But I know one thing: His death has paid my ransom. His DEATH has paid MY RANSOM.

Oh how deep The Fathers Love for us. How vast beyond all measure. That he would give His only Son, to make a wretch His treasure.....

Jesus, Christ Jesus. Thank you for your sacifice. I will forever praise You my King.