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Amazing Love

How blessed was I when, at first,
I began to understand
How great the love that my God has
For every single man.
A love that sent Him to a cross,
To suffer and to die.
How can there be such a great love,
From anyone for me?

I cannot ever comprehend
This reasoning of God's.
That He should suffer, just like us.
Oh why, oh why, oh why
Should He who made the stars above
Love a race like ours?
When we are fallen, dirty creatures,
Consumed by evil lusts.

Why should He decide to die
This lowliest of deaths?
And why on Earth did he endure
Such torment at our hands?
Why not take an easy path
And leave us well alone?
He did not need to die like this.
Why such amazing love?

Yet on that cross, a deed was done.
My wicked self has no more power.
My sin is gone, through sacrifice.
I'm purchased by His blood.
A slave to God, instead of sin.
A son to Him, my Dad.
It fails to make the slightest sense.
This all-pervading love.

And, even now, it blows my mind,
That God could love enough,
To go through such a harsh ordeal.
How great must be His love.
And He wants ME to be His son.
There's nothing I could do
To ever earn the great reward
Of such astounding love.

And He wraps me in royal robes,
Ignores my evil heart.
He reforms my very being
So I reflect His love.
He will not leave me as I am,
But change me for the good.
Oh why should one so great as He
Show such abounding love?

And when I die, thanks to that cross,
I shall not go to Hell.
My loving Dad will take me up.
So I, with Him, will dwell.
There, perfected, will I stand
And worship with a crowd
From every nation, tribe and tongue.
Oh, such amazing love.

© Stephen Gray 1999
Deo Gloria