Turning away
It’s the middle of the night and my little niece is ferociously screaming. I’m thinking again how there are so many grown up people ferociously screaming, it’s just all muffled on the inside and called depression. As the little one misses the Garden of Eden, I’m thinking about how difficult and uncomfortable it must be for a father to hear those fierce cries.
I’m also thinking about a famous son crying out on a cross in order to bring Eden back, and what it must have done to his own father. In time, the son will dry my internal and external tears even though he didn’t have anyone to dry his own. Still, I’m sure the father was up in heaven weeping just the same.
How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only son
And make a wretch His treasure
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
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
Category: Musings
