First, I go and stand amazed at the foot of that old rugged cross.
For me, He died. Me.
Then, I go and stand silently in the midst of that empty tomb.
For me, He lives. Me.
And finally I go and stand in awe in front of the curtain, now ripped in two, and marvel at the free access He has given me into His very presence.
He daily--and eternally--intercedes on my behalf. Daily. Eternally. Joyfully. For me.
Oh, what love!
O Love that will not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee; I give Thee back the life I owe, that in thine ocean depths its flow may richer, fuller be.
For me, He lives. Me.
And finally I go and stand in awe in front of the curtain, now ripped in two, and marvel at the free access He has given me into His very presence.
He daily--and eternally--intercedes on my behalf. Daily. Eternally. Joyfully. For me.
Oh, what love!
O Love that will not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee; I give Thee back the life I owe, that in thine ocean depths its flow may richer, fuller be.
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