Monday, January 30, 2012

The Wondrous Cross

Yesterday during worship 
we sang the great hymn, "Wondrous Cross."
You just can't sing those words and stay the same.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride
See from his head, his hands, his feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did ever such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown
O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
All who gather here by grace draw near and bless Your name
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
As we sang, "Oh the wonderful cross,"
I was so aware that
this wasn't just a song.
It was a declaration.
The cross is not wonderful 
only for what it bought me; 
it is even more wonderful for what it bids me.
It bids me "come and die and find that
I may truly live."
This love demands everything I am. 
It is one thing to sing it; 
It is still another to recognize daily
when the principle of the cross is bidding.
Today, Lord, I want to see Your wonderful cross.
The cross that bids me come.
The cross that offers me true life.
The only life worth living.



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