With a prayer You fed the hungry,
With a cry You stilled the storm;
With a look You had compassion
On the desperate and forlorn.
With a touch You healed the leper,
With a shout You raised the dead;
With a word expelled the demons,
With a blessing broke the bread.
Love incarnate, love divine,
Captivate this heart of mine
Till all I do speaks of You.
As a sheep before the shearer
You were silent in Your pain;
You endured humiliation
At the hands of those You'd made.
And as hell unleashed its fury
You were lifted on a tree,
Crying 'Father God, forgive them,
Place their punishment on Me.'
I will feed the poor and hungry,
I will stand up for the truth;
I will take my cross and follow
To the corners of the earth.
And I ask that You so fill me
With Your peace, Your power, Your breath,
That I never love my life so much
To shrink from facing death.
"Father God, forgive them. Place their punishment on me." I adore this entire song, but that line swept over me like a flood yesterday as we sang this song in chapel. The reality of the mercy of Jesus and his radical love is so great. Jesus Christ, the Son of God has that much mercy on me, a sinner, so as to beg that my punishment be laid onto him instead. Our God is so irrationally loving and incredibly good!
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