As I sit here and reflect this morning... I'm overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by grace. Overwhelmed by feelings of unworthiness. Overwhelmed by the truth that Jesus died and was separated from the Father on that Good Friday thousands of years ago. He was separated from the Father so that I wouldn't have to be.
Can you even comprehend the thought that Jesus had YOU on His mind when He took His last breath on the cross? He loved us with a love that the world has never seen and will never see again until He returns.
I can just picture His gentle eyes, so full of love for the broken world that He came to save. Yet we treated Him with scorn. We spit on Him. We bruised and broke Him... and instead of cursing us, He whispered "Father... forgive them. For they know not what they are doing."
Precious grace shouldn't cover someone like me, but it does. Jesus shouldn't love me, but He does. I shouldn't be clean in the eyes of the Father... but I am.
You see, when Jesus died that day, the earth knew that it's creator had just done the impossible. That He had made a way where there was none before. That He had provided an escape. But not because He wanted earthly glory and honor. He knew that His kingdom was not an earthly kingdom... so He endured the cross. As a result, we can take part in that beautiful, glorious, heavenly kingdom.
I'm astounded that my sins are gone and I'm set free
because of what you did on that wonderful cross for Me
My sin brings me to the ground in shame
But on that precious cross, You took the blame
Jesus, I simply can't find the words to speak
I'm amazed that you still love me, even when I'm weak
Through trials and storms, you never leave my side
My beautiful Savior; my pure and perfect guide
Come resurrect my heart this good Friday
And fix my thoughts on the great debt that you chose to pay
Jesus, you were the one and only perfect price
May I never forget nor take for granted Your sacrifice