I can't fathom.. what love is this?



Like an old rag, I am filthy with no beauty.

Like a withered flower in the mud, I'm stepped on and cast aside, forgotten

Whereas for You, Magnificent, glorious and incomparably majestic.

Yet, You choose to lose Your dignity, came to earth, found me, and gave up everything for me.

Why? I can't fathom. The Son of God actually came to earth to die for me willingly. What love is this?

You've exchanged my filthy rags for a crown of beauty, anoint me with oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair, and allow me to display Your splendor.

Even in tears, when I heartlessly gave up on myself, yet You say You will never abandon me, nor forsake me.
Beyond all reasoning, The gift of the cross transformed lives, and we are indeed a new creation in Christ.

What a priceless blessing, that I can finally spread my wings and fly.
Like a butterfly, it's a new life, I'm changed, I'm new.

I will be coronated through trials, in your throne room where royalty dines, together with my almighty King.

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