I stand accused.
There's a list a mile long.
Of all my sins.
Of everything that I've done wrong.
I'm so ashamed.
There's nowhere left for me to hide.
This is the day.
I must answer for my life.
My fate is in the Judge's hands.
But then He turns to me and says.
I know you, I love you.
I gave My life to save you.
Love paid the price for mercy.
My verdict, not guilty.
How can it be?
I can't begin to comprehend.
What kind of grace
Would take the place of all my sin?
I stand in awe.
Now that I have been set free.
And the tears well up
As I look at the cross
'Cause it should have been me.
My fate was in the nail scarred hands.
He stretched them out for me.
And said...
I know you, I love you.
I gave My life to save you.
Love paid the price for mercy.
My verdict, not guilty.
I'm falling on my knees to thank You.
With everything I am I'll praise You.
So grateful for the words I heard You say.
I know you, I love you.
I gave My life.
I know you, I love you.
I gave My life just to save you.
Love paid the price for mercy.
My verdict, not guilty.
Love paid the price for mercy.
My verdict, not guilty.
The above lyrics are from a song by Mandisa called "Not Guilty". What an amazing thing to think about. Not guilty. He paid the price. He chose to suffer and die so that I might live eternally with Him. :D But my Jesus didn't stay in that grave! He's ALIVE! He lives. He has risen! I can't imagine why He would choose me. I'm a dirty sinner...yet he wants me. ALL OF ME! He loves me even though I let Him down every day. That's SO amazing. I don't think I'll every fully comprehend why. He just does. I am so very grateful. For real. :D Just thinking about it makes me want to be a better person. It makes me want to run up and down the streets telling people about Him and what He has done for me...for them. People just don't get it sometimes. Some have never heard the story of Jesus. Others just don't care. It breaks my heart. Then I realize that I'm no better than anyone else. I know the right answers. I know Jesus and yet I don't live like I do. I don't honor Him in my speech. I don't glorify Him like I should. I don't even talk to Him everyday. That's pathetic. It's just sad really. Sometimes I wonder what He's thinking when He looks at me. Is He proud at times? Disappointed? Heart broken? Angry? Joyful? I don't think I really want to know the answer. I want my Savior to be proud of me. I just don't see how in the world He could be. All I know to do is learn from my mistakes and try to be better tomorrow. Always learning. Always changing. Always loving. Striving to be like Christ. I want to be a light in the darkness.
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