How Deep the Father’s Love for Us
Man, this song is so old. 1995. I think I remember listening to this song in the late 90’s and the early 2000’s but I never thought much of it. Recently, however, this song has gone on to take on so much more significance, cause after a decade of living life I’m starting to truly appreciate each verse.
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
How painful must it have been to be forced to forsake what you truly love? When that one is crying out to you, asking for help, for salvation, and you have all the power to do so but choose not to? That is what God has done for me. He has taken a wretch, someone who was so undeserving of His love, and chose to make me His own at the cost of someone as blameless as His own Son. And what a sacrifice that is, that God would take the emotional pain to forsake His son, and that Jesus would replace us as the forsaken. I can just visualize God’s face in utter despair as He has to endure giving up His son, literally turning His face away as the tears stream down His face just so I could be restored.
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
Not only did Jesus take everything that was on my shoulders, but He did so while I mocked Him, spit on Him, and blasphemed His name. Through my actions, my thoughts, and my life, I have laughed in His face as He struggled to walk up the hill, as each nail pierced His hand, as He cried out to the Father that forsook Him. And He did such things because of me. What reason do I have to mock Him? What reason does He have to take this from me? Because of His grace. Because of His mercy.
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
Time and time again I have placed my hope, my desire, my life in the hands of things that do not satisfy, in things that are here today and gone tomorrow. I have looked to these things to give me security, comfort, to give me an identity. But these things will FAIL. They will fail again and again and again. There is only one constant that I can find my hope, only one rock that I can solid ground. And why should I gain from His sacrifice? Why can I place my life in His hands? Because of grace. Beautiful, undeserved grace. There is no rational reason why I can say these things. But because of His grace, I am changed.
I’m reblogging myself cause this is, more than ever, still true.