April 2, 2010

  • Lord It Helps Me Understand...

    As I contemplate the meaning of your sacrifice I ponder those sacrifices of old, now long gone as I seek to really understand meaning of it all. 

    Little lamb, so young, gentle, pure and innocent. Alive.  Born for sacrifice, its blood will pay the price for my sin. It will give its life in place of mine.   My hands tremble and my heart faints and I shudder with horror as I realize that it is because of me and at my hand it must suffer and die.  It is my hands that will inflict the deadly wound and it’s blood will be shed because of my sin.

    Lord it helps me to understand…

    I shudder and cringe at the thought of slaying a lamb, at the thought that it must die to pay the price for my sin.  Suddenly sin with its consequences seems so undesirable, so repulsive and so deadly. The wages of sin is death…How little I understand the harsh reality and deadliness of my sin.

    Lord you are the Lamb, you gave your life in the place of mine….it’s much harder to think that it was at my hands  and for my sin you were wounded, suffered and died. Your blood was poured out in the place of mine.  You died that I might live.

    My hands are bloodstained……your blood cleanses and washes whiter than snow.

     

    Can You Still Feel The Nails

    They tell me Jesus died
    For my transgressions
    That he paid that price a long, long time ago
    When he gave his life for me
    On a hill called Calvary
    But there's something else I want to know

    Chorus
    Does he still feel the nails
    Every time I fail
    Can he hear the crowd cry "Crucify" again
    Am I causing him pain
    Then I know I've got to change
    I just can't bear the thought of hurting him.

    It seems that I'm so good at breaking promises
    And I treat his precious grace so carelessly
    But each time he forgives
    What if he re-lives
    The agony He felt on that tree

    Holy, holy
    Holy is the Lord
    Holy Holy
    Holy is the Lord

    Do you still feel the nails
    Every time I fail
    Have I crucified you Jesus with my sins
    Oh I'm tired of playing games
    I really want to change
    I never want to hurt you again

    Holy, Holy
    Holy is the Lord
    Holy, Holy
    Holy is the Lord

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