Listening Through Lent: The Father’s Love

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 left 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

Thank you, Pastor Bert for introducing this song to us.

We get a glimpse of a father’s agony when we observe Abraham setting his face like flint for three days to give away his greatest treasure, Isaac, his son. Multiply that agony times…infinity. The Father did it for a wretch, for us – because He loves us. How deep? Beyond measure.

Jesus the Son endured the God-sized agony of the Father’s wrath and the removal of fellowship, a fellowship that had existed forever. Why? To bring us life, a life impossible without Him.

What credit do we get from this? None. We are free to bask forever in merit of a perfect righteous life that He lived and then credited to us as a gift of love. “His wounds have paid my ransom.”

Fall before Him and then hear Him say, “Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter now into your Master’s rest.”
~Chris Lovegren


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