Saturday 23 April 2011

Good Friday

Before I was a Christian, I often wondered why on earth Good Friday was 'good'. What could possibly be good about the death of man? And not just the inevitable death of the elderly, but the bloody, brutal violent murder of a sinless man. Doesn't sound like a good thing to me. 

When I began to realise that that death was not just the death of man, but God Himself, things took a different turn. When I began to understand that the punishment he received was the punishment that I deserved for all of the things that I have done wrong, my heart began to change, and when it was revealed that this was all for love, a love perfectly unconditional, perfectly true, and powerful beyond measure...a love for me...well that changed my life. 

The skies lay low where You are
On the earth You rest Your feet
Yet the hands that cradle the stars
Are the hands that bled for me

In a moment of glorious surrender
You were broken for all the world to see
Lifted out of the ashes
I am found in the aftermath

Freedom found in Your scars
In Your grace my life redeemed
For You chose to take the sinner's crown
As You placed Your crown on me

In that moment of glorious surrender
Was the moment You broke the chains in me
Lifted out of the ashes
I am found in the aftermath
And in that moment You opened up the heavens
To the broken the beggar and the thief
Lifted out of the wreckage
I find hope in the aftermath

And I know that You're with me
Yes I know that You're with me here
And I know Your love will light the way

Now all I have I count it all as loss
But to know You and to carry the cross
Knowing I'm found
In the light of the aftermath




In awe and wonder, and with a hope that cannot be destroyed.

xoxo

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