Can I every fully know
What it cost Christ to love me so?
Can I truly realize how much
He suffered, agonized?
Pain filled echoes from God’s Word
Come back to me, “Here’s what I heard.”
In the night while His friends slept,
Jesus prayed alone and wept.
Great drops of blood soon stained the sod.
Then cried my King, Redeemer, God,
“Oh, must I take this bitter cup?
Dear Father, must I drink it up?”
“Yet, not My will but Yours be done.”
The Lamb of God, the spotless One
Lay shaken, prostrate on the ground.
Another way could not be found.
For sin had come and captured me.
Christ’s death alone could set me free.
Yes, in the garden, Lord, You stayed.
And by Your own You were betrayed.
You took my blows,
You bore my shame.
Because of me the onslaught came.
Beaten, mocked, His visage marred.
Thorns crowned His head,
His being jarred….
Because He bore my sins that day
The Holy God must look away.
Abandoned Savior, all alone.
Upon the cross I heard Him moan:
“Forgive them Father, faithful, true,
For they know not what they do.
It is finished!” Jesus sighed.
Gave up the Spirit, then He died.
Oh, How can I enough express
My broken heart-felt thankfulness,
For now, in part, I know, I see,
The price He paid for loving me.