I sang: “And I’ll stand, with arms high and heart abandoned, in awe of the One who gave it all.”
He said: “I gave it all, and I took it all.”
I sang: “You stood before my failures, carried the cross for my shame. My sin weighed upon your shoulders…”
He said: “It became mine. I took it for you. I love you and I took what you are feeling right now too. I hurt as you hurt; I stewed in unforgiveness as you do now. I became your sin.”
Once again I am in awe of the wretchedness of God’s love, the infinite capacity of His grace, to reach into the lowest places and rescue His children.
1 Samuel 3:8a (Hannah’s translation): [Yahweh] helps up the helpless from the dust, from heaps of manure He lifts up the poor, in order to make them dwell in the company of noblemen, and give them as an inheritance a distinctive seat of honor.
So, what can I say? What can I do, but offer this heart, oh God, completely to You?