Pray the words of this Lazaroo aloud, in flabbergasted gratitude:
“To him who loves us and has freed us from our sins by his blood.”
That’s You, Jesus.
You love me.
You proved it by dying on the cross for me –
Knowing myself as I do
I wouldn’t die for me.
I flat-out don’t deserve it.
In fact, if the world’s worst sinner died for me
it would be a miscarriage of justice.
But You…dying for me?
I go tilt.
You’re holy…I’m not.
You’re perfect…I’m not.
You’re the perfect embodiment of all that is right and good and great and God…
But the thing is, You didn’t just forgive my sins.
You freed me from my sins.
If I choose not to
I don’t have to do them anymore.
Nor am I limited by what my sins did to me.
By Your miracle power
You’ll make up
for everything I lack.
Scripture taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®. NIV®. Copyright© 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved.