Saturday, May 09, 2009

At the Cross

Once again, I'm draw back to the Cross. Where it all begun.

Oh Lord You've searched me
You know my way
Even when I fail You
I know You love me

Your holy presence
Surrounding me
In every season
I know You love me
I know You love me

At the cross I bow my knee
Where Your blood was shed for me
There's no greater love than this
You have overcome the grave
Your glory fills the highest place
What can separate me now

You go before me
You shield my way
Your hand upholds me
I know You love me

At the cross I bow my knee
Where Your blood was shed for me
There's no greater love than this
You have overcome the grave
Your glory fills the highest place
What can separate me now?(x2)

You tore the veil
You made a way
When You said that it is done(x2)

And when the earth fades
Falls from my eyes
And You stand before me
I know You love me
I know You love me

At the cross I bow my knee
Where your blood was shed for me
There's no greater love than this
You have overcome the grave
Your glory fills the highest place
What can separate me now?(x2)

You tore the veil
You made a way
When You said that it is done(x4)

It was Him, it is Him, and it shall always be Him. Not husband, not child, not family, not friends, not money, not career, not a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction... but Him. It is He that is constantly with me, it is He that constantly loves me, it is He who wants me to be nothing but myself, it is He who I will see face to face when the earth fades and falls from my eyes. Not husband nor child, not family nor friends, not money nor career, not a sense of fulfillment nor satisfaction.

This fact helps me live on longer, fight harder, cry lesser, rejoice more. Knowing that the only person capable of being here for me from beginning to end, is the only one who will constantly, continually, never ceasingly, always always love me for me. That is the Cross for me. That He saw me first, chose me first, loved me first. Such is the GREATNESS and LOVE of our FATHER, our GOD and KING.

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