This was written from one of our guest writers, Heather Greenwood. I hope it is a blessing to you.
The Gift of God
God’s justice demanded the perfect price
For the trespass of fallen man.
The sinners who walked in the pride of their hearts
From the King’s holy presence were banned.
Lift not up your face on the Most High God,
For sinner, you are unclean!
Bow down on your face and lie low in the dust.
Pay homage to God, the King.
Your tears, though many, and lamenting, thought great,
They for your sin cannot atone.
If cries for mercy lasted a thousand years,
Even by these your iniquity could not be undone.
But wait, what’s this that written here
Tells of a promise made?
Given again and again since time began:
A Deliverer will come and save!
Oh, praise his name! God’s mercy alone
That sends such bountiful pardon.
A gift prepared in God’s great love
Since time began in the Garden.
How can he pardon? This holy God
Can never cease to be holy.
Shall not the judge of the earth do right?
No sin shall stain his glory.
Come see! Oh sinners, behold on the hill
The tree on which you were made dead,
Through Christ, the Son of God there slain,
Who under God’s justice bled.
And see the tomb, the heavy stone
Sealing the corpse within.
There Christ did lay in linens white
That you may be dead to sin.
On the third day after his sorrow and triumph,
Jesus rose up from the grave.
Fully alive, so that you may be too,
The wages of sin, in full, were paid.
Oh sinner, look to Jesus “The Lamb of God
Who takes away the sin of world!”
By his Spirit walking in newness of life,
Born of God, you shall now be his child.
Forgiven, washed clean, now bold to enter in
God’s presence so holy and pure.
Crying “Abba, Father” by faith in his Son,
Your welcome in his kingdom sure.