God Loves Us

Posted: October 17, 2019 in Meditations
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Who Am I 
by Casting Crowns
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt?
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart?Not because of who I am,
But because of what You’ve done.
Not because of what I’ve done,
But because of who You are.I am a flower quickly fading:
Here today and gone tomorrow.
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still You hear me when I’m calling.
Lord, You catch me when I’m falling.
And You’ve told me who I am.
I am Yours, I am Yours.

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love and watch me rise again?
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me?

Not because of who I am,
But because of what You’ve done.
Not because of what I’ve done,
But because of who You are.

I am a flower quickly fading:
Here today and gone tomorrow.
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still You hear me when I’m calling.
Lord, You catch me when I’m falling.
And You’ve told me who I am.
I am Yours.

Not because of who I am,
But because of what You’ve done.
Not because of what I’ve done,
But because of who You are.

I am a flower quickly fading:
Here today and gone tomorrow.
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still You hear me when I’m calling.
Lord, You catch me when I’m falling.
And told me who I am.
I am Yours, I am Yours, I am Yours.

Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
‘Cause I am Yours, I am Yours.

Whom shall I fear? I am yours, created by and for you. So easy to forget, isn’t it? I get so caught up in the temporal moment that I forget I exist in an eternal continuum.
Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again?
But this is exactly what God does. He loves us, every one of us.
“A man called Barabbas was in prison with the insurrectionists who had committed murder in the uprising.
Wanting to satisfy the crowd, Pilate released Barabbas to them. He had Jesus flogged, and handed him over to be crucified.”
‭‭Mark‬ ‭15:7, 15‬ ‭NIV‬‬
The hate for Jesus could not be more stark. A rogue murderer carried more worth than Jesus. The horror of his crucifixion begins with the tearing of flesh. Yet his love for all involved never faded. He loved Barabbas. He loves us. We are his creation, ordained with eternal purpose, endowed with the capacity to have relationship with God. Love him, pursue him. He loves us.

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