My cousin Taniya (I hope I spelled that right) sang a special in church tonight. It was excellent. I wish I had recorded it.

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 mocing 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

Wow. Amazing song…

Sang this Sunday night in choir:

I found a secret place
Of comfort and release
A special place of healing
A quiet place of peace
And everyone who dwells there
Finds rest beneath God’s wings
In the shade of His pavilion
New strength He always brings.

Chorus:

I find hope, I find grace
Far away from the world’s embrace
He gives me rest, He keeps me safe
I find His strength I seek His face
In the secret place.

With every trial He brings
My Lord will make a way
To strengthen and protect me
To help me face each day.
He leads me through the valley
To draw me closer still
Knowing even in the shadows
I find His perfect will.

Short, legal sample available sometime soon – probably today.

Thanks, sister.