cover me

We have such a scandalous Savior. I cannot read Isaiah without feeling the weight of God’s rich mercy in the giving of His Son, a mercy of which I am so undeserving. I have been so convicted of my utter wretchedness today. I have some incredible areas of sin in my heart and mind that I have been complacent in for so long. All I can do is cry out, much like Isaiah,

woe is me, for I am a woman of unclean lips!!!

Thus, I fall at the seat of mercy and cling to Christ. The following lyrics are to a song my church’s choir did at Christmas last year. It marvels at the glory of the cross while pleading for its power to renew my life again. I would challenge you to listen to this song and meditate on what it has to say about the cross of Christ.

behold the man of sorrows

upon Golgotha’s hill

behold his outstretched arms that welcome

whosoever will

the nails that pierced your hands and side

the cruel crown of thorns

to think that God so loved the world

for this His Son was born

cover me, oh crimson flood

wash away the stains

spotless lamb whose precious blood

falls like healing rains

cover me…

how rich and full his mercy

how deep this well of grace

how fathomless the love it took

to suffer in my place

bruised for my iniquities

wounded for my sin

unworthy of the blood that shed

yet, asking once again

cover me, oh crimson flood

wash away the stains

spotless lamb whose precious blood

falls like healing rains

I stand beneath the cross of Christ

unworthy of the sacrifice

Let the blood that paid sin’s price

cover me…

Oh the blood of Jesus!

It washes white as snow!

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