December 2011
10 posts
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...
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aaronrgillespie:
We look at our lives so often and wonder what we can do to fix them? Why do I feel this way? Why is it takin so long for my heart to heal? How come my ship hasn’t come in?
Recently I was reading and stumbled across this verse, I never realized it was there and I am happy I found it.
Consider…