Hi there.
I’ve been neglecting my little weblog a bit lately. But I’ve also been reuniting with my husband, reuniting with friends and with family, moving, living, working, reading, learning. It’s been a full few months.
I don’t have much to say today except for some words that I didn’t write. I’ve been dwelling on this new but old-sounding song for several days now. Although I’ve known and loved it for a while, this week it has taken root in my soul.
Sometimes I feel like, instead of speaking, music just breathes. Fewer times, it perfectly replaces my own inarticulate sighs.
I know that you won’t hear the music just by reading the words, but I wonder if maybe there is someone reading this who, like me, just needs to hear the story. For the first time or for the thousandth time. Maybe someone just needs to feel these words breathe these truths.
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 the 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.
Written by Stuart Townend
