Jesus, my everything

We sang one song in chapel this morning. It was perfect. Think about what these words mean--what they REALLY mean. I think if we actually understood, we would be crushed by God's outpouring of love and grace and mercy. We are so undeserving.

Grace and peace to you. Rest here in this truth.

Before the throne of God above

I have a strong and perfect plea

A great High Priest whose name is Love

Who ever lives and pleads for me

My name is graven on His hands

My name is written on His heart

I know that while in Heaven He stands

No tongue can bid me thence depart

No tongue can bid me thence depart

When Satan tempts me to despair

And tells me of the guilt within

Upward I look and see Him there

Who made an end to all my sin

Because a sinless Savior died

My sinful soul is counted free

For God, the Just, is satisfied

To look on Him and pardon me

To look on Him and pardon me

Behold Him there, the Risen Lamb

My perfect, spotless Righteousness

The great, unchangeable I am

The King of glory and of grace

One with Himself I cannot die

My soul was purchased by His blood

My life is hid with Christ on high

With Christ my Savior and my God

With Christ my Savior and my God