How Deep

I really wanted to post something funny tonight. The last post was a little heavy and I was hoping to write something that let me use my sarcastic side. But I logged onto Facebook one last time before bed and I was reminded again just how difficult this life can be. We are supposed to be joyful this time of year, and I am certainly counting all my blessings, but there are just things on this side of eternity I will never understand. In just the last few months I have seen babies die and babies diagnosed with cancer. I have seen friends walk roads of infertility and cancer scares of their own. I have talked with parents whose children are facing demons they should never have to face simply because their biological parents made poor decisions. And, frankly, it just sucks.

So, tonight, I am again counting my blessings. But I am also praying for those of you walking a more difficult road right now. In the midst of the hard posts on Facebook tonight, I came across one post that includes the lyrics of this song. Tonight as I go to sleep I will pray that every one who reads this will be able to grasp How Deep The Father's Love for Us.

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

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

Songwriters
Stuart Christopher Townend