It's Good Friday . . . and I've been meditating much today on the cross and what that means to me. The words of this song really speak to me -- it's a combination of a hymn that I've sung since my childhood, along with an additional chorus which reminds me that it's only through death that we can truly live.
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 e'er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown
Oh the wonderful cross
Oh the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die
And find that I may truly live
Oh the wonderful cross
Oh 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 off'ring far too small
Love so amazing so divine
Demands my soul my life my all
Jesus' death on the cross not only purchased our salvation, but through that death and resurrection, He makes available to us the power that we need to live a victorious, abundant life here on earth. In exchange for His great sacrifice, how can I do less than give my life to Him . . . to live for Him who died for me?