Happy Easter, everyone! Today, we celebrate the resurrection, and the hope that Christ bought for us. One of my favorite worship songs, these days, is this one:
"In Christ Alone" by Stuart Townend and Keith Getty
In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
this Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
when fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone! who took on flesh
Fulness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned 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 lay
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its 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 to final breath.
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.
Now, about the picture . . . our forsythia is in bloom, now. It started blooming the last couple of weeks of March, and it's brilliant yellow right now. I forget how much I love Spring, until the flowers start blooming, and then I remember. I remember the beauty, renewal, and awakening that comes with Spring. It's like waking up from a long nap, and creation begins to sing again.
