WEDNESDAY'S WORDS / .6

(old photo i found from a couple years back. shot with my trustee nikon film camera.)

so yeah, it's not wednesday, but i wanted to post this on wednesday (does that count?). i lost track of that day, but found myself at church that evening and we sang this hymn. the words are raw; the truth is profound. praise Jesus!

There's nothing that my hands can do to save my guilty soul.

I cannot cleanse my filthy stains or make my spirit whole.

For nothing but the blood of Christ can all my sins erase.

I dare not claim my righteousness, but hid within His grace

'Tis Christ who saved me from the depths, God's pardon I've received;

I'm washed within His precious blood, my heart is sprinkled clean.

I'll praise the God of holiness, of justice, truth, and might

Who guides me by His mighty hand to walk within His light,

While Satan weaves his shallow lies, God speaks to me in love.

Reminding me His only Son has bought me with His blood

And Christ dispels my every doubt through Him I am redeemed

I love because He loved me first, I live because He lives.

My life is but a fleeting sight, a tear within the sea,

But You are everlasting, Lord, and You've predestined me

To leave this fading world behind, not fearing death will come.

For then I'll look on Jesus Christ and to His arms I'll run.

And when I see Him face to face, what glory that will be

To look upon my Savior's scars and know they were for me.    -Nothing That My Hands Can Do

may you rest in Christ's Work for you, this weekend, friends.