Blows my mind.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride

See from his head, his hands, his feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did ever such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown

O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
All who gather here by grace draw near and bless
Your name

Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all

—By Chris Tomlin

 

Whoa. To realize that anything I could ever offer… even if all of nature was mine… would be far too small of an offering. This love demands my soul – everything I am or hope to be. Like John, I must decrease so that He may increase. I must pour contempt (contempt: to despise) on all my pride. He has given me EVERYTHING and made me deserving. This love bids me to come and die (like Paul, I must die daily) and find I may truly live! This powerful song always reminds me of a incredible quote from Jim Elliot (missionary who was killed by the tribal indians he came to minister to): “Give what you cannot keep, to gain what you cannot lose.” Enough said.

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