As we approach Easter Sunday I thought I share some words, written by others, that have always been moving to me, especially this time of year. Most of you may be familiar with these words. I encourage you to not just read through them quickly but to let each phrase and line sink it, grasping it’s full meaning and the power in the words. Meditate on what they mean both generally and personally. 

I’ll try to post something each day until Easter. Enjoy, and may these words touch you and move you to both sorrow and joy. 

How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure.
That he should give his only son,
To make a wretch his treasure.

How great the pain of searing loss,
the Father turns His face away.
As wounds which mar the chosen one,
Bring many sons to glory.

Behold the man upon the cross,
my sins upon his shoulders.
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers.

It was my sins that held him there,
Until it was accomplished.
His dying breathing has brought me life.
I know that it is finished.

Words by Steward Townsend