from very costly wood

Mentioned a beautiful song we sang over a week ago. Didn't mention that we also sang another great one that same Sunday, and sang it again this past Sunday. Full lyrics can be found HERE. A wonderful version of this song can be found on this album. (Although why would anyone buy an album in this day and age when they practically give away iPods in cereal boxes, they're so cheap.)

Related to yesterday's post on our wickedness, there are lines in this song that destroy me. "Oh, to see my name written in the wounds" -- the imagery of my initials embedded into His palms instead of nailholes wrecks me. The knowledge that my "Ev'ry bitter thought" and "Ev'ry evil deed" is what crowns His brow? It's a wonder that tears ever stop flowing. Been a good week meditating on the Cross and its effect on my life and my heart. Shouldn't every week be like that?

[Note: The clip below shows a perfect match of the song to scenes from The Passion of the Christ. Not for the faint of heart. By "faint of heart", I mean "not ready to face what your sin did to your Savior."]