how could You
love something
so selfish
and

broken
and
confused

and
undeserving?

how could You love a sinner
like me?

But I suppose
That’s what The Cross is for.

Yet I know that the Sovereign LORD  loves me
For did He not give up his breath and die upon a tree?

The cross is not just a place where blood flows
It is a doorway through which the free must go

For every wound that I've received
And every lie that I've believed

I will place at the foot of that cross
And never again shall I be a lamb lost

as the blood flowed down
and the nails pierced your hands
you called out to God
and yet he turned his face
and you said
F O R G I V E  
T H E M
for they know not what they do.
And as you hung there
bearing the weight of MY sin.
you said
F O R G I V E
T H E M