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Cat, Creek, Coffee, Chocolate, and Cross

The cross was a terrible tool of death that the Romans perfected, yet it is there that the sins of the world where forgiven as stated in 1Peter 2:24-25 NSAB; “and He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sin and live to righteousness; for by His wounds you were healed. For you were continually straying like sheep, but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Guardian of your souls.” One of my favorite hymns growing up was written by Issac Watts and published in 1707. It is a very thought-provoking hymn.

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.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

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?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

 

(Photo by Eberhard Grossasteiger at Unsplash)