Good Friday is one of few days words escape me. Matt recently reminded us that while most of us will never be great poets, as musicians we are able to proclaim some of the greatest poems ever written in praise of our God. The cross leaves me speechless, and tears ran freely today during worship at church. I choked out the words to Dan Forrest's arragement of Charles Wesley's beautiful words:
Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears:
Before the throne my surety stands,
Before the throne my surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears:
Before the throne my surety stands,
Before the throne my surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.
Five bleeding wounds He bears; received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers; they strongly plead for me:
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Nor let that ransomed sinner die!"
They pour effectual prayers; they strongly plead for me:
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Nor let that ransomed sinner die!"
My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear:
With confidence I now draw nigh,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba, Father," cry.
He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear:
With confidence I now draw nigh,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba, Father," cry.
How greatful I am for that disgusting cross, Jesus' agony and obedience as He declared, "It is finished", and soon, that empty tomb so that I can approach Him in full confidence, redeemed as His child. I am ransomed and free...praise You, oh my King!
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