If
you took all the sorrows in all of our tomorrow's, and you took all the heartaches,
and misery, and big mistakes, the failures, frustrations, defeats, and damnations,
and you added 'em up, and multiplied that by the weight of the world and the knife
in your back you'd arrive at the equation that would yield you the price of salvation.
Bridge:
But there's no way known
to Man to even calculate how to build the kind of heart that wouldn't hesitate
to take all of the wrong that would ever be and then swallow it all up in victory.
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That's what Jesus
did for you. And He did it for me. So unselfishly. And so gracefully.
Sometimes
I find myself at a loss for words. When taken at face value, it seems so absurd,
to believe in a love that comes on like that. Asking nothing in return, with no
strings attached, to suffer and die, with nothing in mind but the will of the
Father and hope for mankind. We arrive, at the station, all dressed up for our
Transfiguration.
Bridge:
But
there's no way known to Man to even calculate, how to build the kind of heart
that wouldn't hesitate, to take all of the wrong that would ever be, and then
swallow it all up in victory.
That's
what Jesus did for you. And He did it for me. So unselfishly. And so gracefully.
