thoughts on a good friday

I hear the Savior say, “Thy strength indeed is small
Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find Thy power and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots And melt the heart of stone.

And when before the throne I stand in Him complete,
"Jesus died my soul to save" my lips shall still repeat

O Praise the one who paid my
And raised this life up from the dead

Praise the one who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead

Praise the one who paid my
And raised this life up from the dead

O Praise the one who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead

God. i have shown more times than i'd like to admit, that i am fallen. i have done so many things that would make me seem like i am far from being your son. yet you died, my soul to save. You gave yourself up willingly, to die. i didn't earn salvation, or even want it, but you gave it anyway. You pursued me and are showing me how much you love me.

O Praise the one who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead.