I feel like I am free-falling into the sky, barely starting to comprehend:
Your only Son under all Your wrath, in the place of sick and evil men.
I stand at my breaking point here, and I can’t pretend that i get this-
You, the God of righteous indignation, freely pouring out forgiveness.
My heart burns remembering You, tearing such innocent flesh apart-
for a depraved wretched like me, with tomb-like soul and stony heart.
He accepted from diseased sinner’s mouth, the betrayer’s hateful kiss.
I’m there- wanting to run from watching You crush the Lamb like this.
The Way is there, I can see it bleeding, i’m undone- He ransomed me for You!
His body torn like the temple curtain, I see the light of Love pouring through!
Lord, what can I do but fall at your feet, there is nothing good in me to tell.
I was conceived in crime, deserving only to be nailed to a fiery cross in hell.
Even if I looked, there is no way to enter your presence and see Your Face-
except by the cross of Christ, where You save all who hope in Your grace!
I ignored my greatest need because it was too much for my workaholic mind.
But if trusting my work sets me apart from grace, I’m done walking that line.
Oh God, keep me planted on this Rock, on the One so much higher than me.
I never want to move away from Him and the hope of untouchable security!
