This work was prompted by John 20:24-28 in which we are told that Jesus' resurrected body still bears the wounds of the Cross and Romans 8:34 describing how Jesus intercedes constantly for us. We receive forgiveness as He shows His wounds to the Father each time we sin and repent, as evidence that He has paid the price for our forgiveness.
Oh to think that I, with all my stains of darkness
Could stand before a God of white-hot holiness
And not be burned.
What holy wounds that gain for me
An entrance to the King!
As Christ in all His glory stays injured still for me,
His hands and feet, though brilliant bright
Stay pierced and raw through all my sin
And plead each day my cause.
For as I sin and blot my soul and then repentant come
His Father from His awesome throne
Looks down and sees His Son.
He sees His Son take on my guilt and then its penalty
He looks at me through holy wounds
And says, My son, you're free.
I'm free indeed and yet not free. I'm tethered by a bond so strong
That holds me ever in His arms.
For how could I ignore a love so great
And go my selfish way?
Those holy wounds produce in me the prayer spoke in Gethsemane
"Let not my will, but Thine be done."
Come, live through me, beloved Son.
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