In Christ Alone…
… my hope is found. He is my light, my strength, my song. This cornerstone. This solid ground. Firm the fiercest drought and storm. What heights of love. What depths of peace. When fears are stilled and strivings cease. My comforter. My all in all. Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone who took on flesh. Fullness of God in helpless babe. This gift of life and righteousness. Scourned by the ones he came to save. Till on that cross as Jesus died. The wrath of God was satisfied. For every sin on him was laid. Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground his body laid. Light of the world by darkness slain. Then bursting forth in glorious day. Out from the grave he rose again. AND AS HE STANDS IN VICTORY. SINS CURSE HAS LOST IT’S GRIP ON ME. For I am his and he is mine. Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life. No fear in death. This is the power of Christ in me. From life’s first cry til final breath. Jesus commands my destiny. NO POWER OF HELL AND NO SCHEME OF MAN COULD EVER PLUCK ME FROM HIS HAND. Till he returns or calls me home. Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.
This weekend, I had the absolute pleasure of serving the congregation on Easter morning. After so many years of acting like I cared about other people, it’s funny how God can change someone’s heart to be more like his. To be concerned and compassionate not just towards the people who need it, but towards those who I feel like don’t deserve it. As I stepped into service for a few moments Sunday, I stood in the back and listened to the choir sing “My Redeemer Lives.” That’s when I realized. EVERYTHING I do in my life, everything I work for every week, everything I am - is based on what happened on Easter 2,000 years ago. I’m not just celebrating a holiday. I was celebrating life. Jesus’ life, my life and the life that’s available to anyone who wishes to seek it.
As he stood in victory, sin’s curse lost its grip on me.
And I’ve heard A LOT of people recently make comments like “That’s how God is” or “Sometimes God does that.” As very limited minded humans, who are we to tell someone else what God is and what he isn’t or what’s he thinking or feeling. We can read the bible, and we can encounter him in our own way. But ulitimately, who am I to explain why God does what he does? Only he knows that. The only thing I can do love him and love others. And hopefully along the way, he’ll show me what love really is.
