the day that true love died

The Precious Blood
{a Puritan prayer from The Valley of Vision}

Before thy cross I kneel and see
the heinousness of my sin,
my iniquity that caused thee to be
'made a curse',
the evil that excites the severity
of divine wrath.
Show me the enormity of my guilt by
the crown of thorns,
the pierced hands and feet,
the bruised body,
the dying cries.
Thy blood is the blood of incarnate God,
its worth infinite, its value beyond all thought.
Infinite must be the evil and the guilt
that demands such a price.
Sin is my malady, my monster, my foe, my viper,
born in my birth,
alive in my life,
strong in my character,
dominating my faculties,
following me as a shadow,
intermingling with my every thought,
my chain that hold me captive in the
empire of my soul.
Sinner that I am, why should the sun give me light,
the air supply breath,
the earth bear my tread,
its fruits nourish me,
its creatures subserve my ends?
Yet thy compassions yearn over me,
thy heart hastens to my rescue,,
thy love endured my curse,
thy mercy bore my deserved stripes.
Let me walk humbly in the lowest depths
of humiliation,
bathed in thy blood,
tender of conscience,
triumphing gloriously as an heir of salvation.

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Today is Good Friday... the day that Christ was broken and bruised on our behalf. The day that God waged the wrath for all our sin upon the soul of his beloved son. Somehow this day seems to be glazed over a bit in our modern Christian culture, but the reality is that the hope and resurrection of Easter would not exist without the messiness and heart break of the cross. May we allow the weight of this day to impress upon our hearts and stir our affections toward Christ.

{If you get a chance, listen to this song... the lyrics speak so loudly to the beauty of this day!}

p.s. sorry for all the phil wickham pictures... it was either that or a video with a bunch of images of swedish Jesus (which is a rant that i'll save for another day). trust me, this was the better choice.