There is no way to measure
The depths of Jesusí love.
Weíll have to wait for Heaven;
Explanation from above.

And, when you start the questions
Of why He had to die,
It was for love He hung there;
A love for you and I!

My sins were there, upon the Man
Who hung upon the tree.
I understand how Peter felt
When Jesus washed his feet.

For, I donít want the part I have,
Contributing to His death.
Yet, if I choose to turn away,
How shall I ever rest?

The price was paid for you, for me;
The gift laid out to claim.
We are joint heirs and brothers
When we trust in Jesusí name!


Joan Clifton Costner
2003
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