My sin was enough.
The weight of it enough to crush Him,
The sting of it enough to cut Him,
The thought of it enough to grieve Him,
The effect of it enough to disfigure Him,
The penalty of it enough to kill Him.
Jesus' grace is enough.
Loud enough to command my soul's attention,
Lovely enough to destroy my soul's defenses,
Rare enough to demand my sole allegiance.
Jesus' blood is enough.
Pure enough to wash me clean,
Strong enough to set me free.
After the suffering of his soul, he will see the light of life and be SATISFIED (Isaiah 53.11).
What more can I do? Today, in the shadow of the cross, I stop striving. I cease trying. I channel my energy instead toward worship. Jesus, you hung alone. You stand alone.
Thank you.
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