How deep the Father's love for us!

How deep the Father's love for us!

But that phase didn’t start as a statement or an exclamation, it started as a question.  And one where the answer does not answer; it can only state it's immenseness.  How vast beyond all measure was the answer that Stuart Townend gave when he penned the lyrics in 1995 to the song titled in this post.  A hymn that connects us to other great ones such as Amazing Grace, having us identify our broken selves as nothing more than a wretch. 

Townend, despite is inability to answer the question, nailed it on the head.  The Love of God is So vast beyond all measure!  And we are drawn into understanding this greatness not by observing the great cosmos that God has created (so big that He measures the Heavens with the breath of His hand) or the intricacy of our created being or any other created being for that matter.  No, Towneds knows and invites us to recognize the deepness and greatness of the Father's love in what He has done for us.  Specifically, what He has done for us in spite of our own wretchedness.

The Father sent His only Son to the cross to pay our debt, to atone for our sins, to make right what we have made wrong, to fix and provide a way out of the brokenness that is within us.  It was our sin that held Him there.  And He The Father, our Father, gave His only Son, for us.  That in His dying breath we were given life.   So that, we might become His treasure.  We are His portion and He is and ought to become our treasure.  No longer do my gifts, my power, my wisdom; my influence, my situation, or my social position mean anything in comparison to what The Father has done for me.

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom