how deep

this song is in my top five favorite songs of all time. upon first hearing it, you'd probably assume it was a hymn from great theologians like Watts or Wesley. However, it was actually written by contemporary artist, Stuart Townend. He wrote it while trying to digest what it meant for God to sacrifice His son as redemption for sin. He became passionate in his search for the depth of the Gospel.. and out of his seeking and meditation on the cross, this song came forth. It is powerful,  powerful, and powerful... thats just the only word I know to use.

For the last 2 weeks,  the words have been impossible to shake. 

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 mocing voice, Call out among the scoffers It was my sin that helf Him there Until it was accomplished His dying breath has brought me life I knoww that it is finished I will not boast in anything No gifts, no power, no wisdom But I will boast inJesus 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 (REPEAT)

Can you imagine what it meant for Mary to carry the Messiah in her belly? Can you picture Joseph fathering the Savior of the World? 

The very man we mock and scorned saved us. He saved us. He gave us our only shot at union with God, our maker and sustainer. 

Its all just a miracle to me and quite frankly, its seems impossible to wrap my head around the enormity of it all. 

I'm convinced, though,  it's worth the believing. My debt is gone, my freedom is here... on Christmas and every other day. IT IS FINISHED. This wretch is His treasure.

how you like dem apples, folks?