And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That thou, my God, should die for me?
Life hurts. Dad develops a malicious lung condition which steadily drains life. Mother-in-law is silently overcome by Alzheimer’s, a slow goodbye to awareness. Betrayal invades a marriage, and loved ones divorce. Where are you God? Are you real? Or are you just an idea cooked up by desperate humans afraid of insignificance in a lonely universe? Question marks abound in life.
He left his Father’s throne above,
So free, so infinite His grace;
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race;
‘Tis mercy all, immense and free;
O praise my God, it reaches me.
Reach me, Lord. Can you reach me? I am desperate to feel the wonder of your presence. Doubt threatens, but faith yearns to rise and lift me to you. Be merciful and free me from captivity to self.
Long my imprisoned spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quick’ning ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
Your light invades; darkness runs to the shadows. Strength overtakes weakness; healing overcomes pain. Lord, I worship you!
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus and all in Him is mine!
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, thro’ Christ, my own.
How can it be that thou, my God, should die for me?
– Mark Powers ——————Wesley, “And Can It Be,” Public Domain.