Days I prayed, nights I prayed,
A price was calculated as my requests were laid
Before the throne of God.
The debt was raised, the debt was raised!
Who has such funds to pay,
That it might be just for God to help a man?
The Lamb was slain! His blood was bled!
The Son of God suffered God's wrath instead
Of men, so a just salvation might be pleaded.
Open up the storehouses. Let the blessing go forth.
For such blood is priceless in worth,
Paid in full to satisfy God to act in mercy and justice.
Friday, May 14, 2010
O the blood
As I grow to know the One Who brought me to be,
I can't help but despise the moments I was blind to His mercy,
And my praise will never match how worthy
He is, but I'll press forward in my thankfulness
And sin less as I'm perfected by the Sinless One to be conformed to His likeness.
One day we'll be fully dwelling in His brightness.
Without pain in the slightest, degree.
This is the power of God unto salvation for me.
All things connected to Him carry weight,
And by Him all things that are have been created.
No one else aided, and for Him that wasn't His full power paraded.
But on the cross Jesus satisfied God's wrath, full and unabated,
Whereas God had no other contender to oppose,
None but He alone could save men from His blows,
And so, He sent His only begotten Son to show,
That when it comes to His power of love all might know,
That love is not us toward God, but that for us His Son's blood flows.
Thus, God's power of love which displays His majesty
Saved me from a just Hell when I was still His enemy.
I had nothing within me to motivate Him,
But His own might to love,
Despite my complete lack was His motivation.
When I see, with honesty, the unworthy mess that I am.
I, can't help myself and cry, knowing I don't deserve the Lamb.
But He reminds me by His Spirit of the mighty grace of God,
And again I'm drawn from my tears to lift up holy hands and sing,
Mighty Mighty, is the Lord my King
Holy Holy, His greatness is beyond all knowing,
True and Truthful, All promises are yes in Him.
God is love, manifest when Jesus shed His blood.
I can't help but despise the moments I was blind to His mercy,
And my praise will never match how worthy
He is, but I'll press forward in my thankfulness
And sin less as I'm perfected by the Sinless One to be conformed to His likeness.
One day we'll be fully dwelling in His brightness.
Without pain in the slightest, degree.
This is the power of God unto salvation for me.
All things connected to Him carry weight,
And by Him all things that are have been created.
No one else aided, and for Him that wasn't His full power paraded.
But on the cross Jesus satisfied God's wrath, full and unabated,
Whereas God had no other contender to oppose,
None but He alone could save men from His blows,
And so, He sent His only begotten Son to show,
That when it comes to His power of love all might know,
That love is not us toward God, but that for us His Son's blood flows.
Thus, God's power of love which displays His majesty
Saved me from a just Hell when I was still His enemy.
I had nothing within me to motivate Him,
But His own might to love,
Despite my complete lack was His motivation.
When I see, with honesty, the unworthy mess that I am.
I, can't help myself and cry, knowing I don't deserve the Lamb.
But He reminds me by His Spirit of the mighty grace of God,
And again I'm drawn from my tears to lift up holy hands and sing,
Mighty Mighty, is the Lord my King
Holy Holy, His greatness is beyond all knowing,
True and Truthful, All promises are yes in Him.
God is love, manifest when Jesus shed His blood.
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