How Deep The Father’s Love For Us

With Good Friday just around the corner, I find myself spending extra time reflecting on a glorious Good Friday service back in 2007 when God opened the eyes of a prideful blind fake Christian. Oh how saved I thought I was. But God, being rich in mercy, allowed me to see my sin so I could genuinely cling to the cross. 

If you are a Christian, you too have a powerful story to reflect on. 

It doesn’t matter if you were deep into drugs and sexual immorality, or lost in personal righteousness — God did a mighty work in your heart. His power caused you to let go of everything you clung to for happiness, peace, and security, so you could embrace following Jesus, no matter the cost. He showed you that you aren’t enough despite all of your efforts to be so, and instead he gave you his righteousness, which is more than enough. 

All that to say, God is good. And it’s good for us to remember that this Easter.

Let’s rejoice that he came, he lived, he died, and rose again — to defeat the power of sin, death, and hell.  What else could we ask for? Our eternity is secure, our hope is anchored, and we’ve been given meaning and purpose beyond what we could ever imagine — just by knowing God himself (Jeremiah 9:23-24). 

Along those lines, a hymn came to mind, one that speaks of God’s great love displayed at Easter. The words are beautiful and the tune is catchy; in fact, only one read-through got it stuck in my head! And I wouldn’t mind if it was, all week long. So don’t read it if you don’t want to start humming the tune. But do read if you want to be reminded of God’s great love, potentially all week long.

May these beautiful words prepare us to celebrate Easter with all the more gratitude for making a wretch his treasure. 

How Deep The Father’s Love For Us

How deep the Father’s love for us,

How vast beyond all measure,

That He should give His only Son

To make a wretch His treasure.

How great the pain of searing loss –

The Father turns His face away,

As wounds which mar the Chosen One

Bring many sons to glory.

Behold the man upon a cross,

My sin upon His shoulders;

Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice

Call out among the scoffers.

It was my sin that held Him there

Until it was accomplished;

His dying breath has brought me life –

I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything,

No gifts, no power, no wisdom;

But I will boast in Jesus Christ,

His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain from His reward?

I cannot give an answer;

But this I know with all my heart –

His wounds have paid my ransom.

– Stuart Townend