Those were my nails
That was my crown
That pierced Your hands and your brow
Those were my thorns
Those were my scorns
Those were my tears that fell down
And just as You said it would be
You did it all for me
After You counted the cost
You took my shame, my blame
On my cross
-My Cross By FFH-
This has recently become on of my favorite songs.
And it brings with it a new realization:
How many times do we hear this?
Almost too many I think, it has become so common
that we have ceased to realize exactly what He really did for us.
He took our place. We were suppose to died that day, and we didn't.
Why? Because the Son of the God we had turned against stepped in,
and before we knew or even cared who He was, He took our place.
Not only did He die for us, but He suffered extreme torture for us before that.
I've had a new insight this week into what it was that Christ really did for us
and I wish for all the world I could relate it to you, but I'm finding it very hard to put into words.
So, I encourage you to listen to the above song (at lease once), and to consider
what it is you have truly been saved from.
Today is Good Friday.
The annual remembrance of the world's darkest day.
The day we all should have died. But didn't.
Because the Son of God, a complete stranger took our place.
Took your place.