God With Us

Listen here on youTube, but here are the lyrics:

 Who are we
That You would be mindful of us
What do You see
That's worth looking our way

We are free
In ways that we never should be
Sweet release
From the grip of these chains

Like hinges straining from the weight
My heart no longer can keep from singing

CHORUS
All that is within me cries
For You alone be glorified
Emmanuel . God with us

 My heart sings a brand new song
The debt is paid these chains are gone
Emmanuel . God with us

Lord . You know
Our hearts don't deserve Your glory
Still You show
A love we cannot afford

Such a tiny offering
Compared to Calvary
But nevertheless
We lay it at your feet

Such a tiny offering
Compared to Calvary
But nevertheless
We lay this at your feet

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 As I stood there worshiping my Savior I was humbled.  The songs that morning were all focused on His faithfulness, His mercy, and our desperate need for Him.  It's truly been my walk with the Lord these past few months as I wrestle with hard stuff.

 But as the words truly sunk in I thought....it's not me, it's Him.  It's all Him.  I would be NOTHING if it wasn't for what He did.  I deserve hell, but He sent His Son to die for me....

 As I sang those words, "Such a tiny offering, compared to Calvary....but nevertheless...we lay this at your feet."  The tears came.  The eyes so wet I closed them and lifted my hands to my God!  I felt like a fool.  My offering is NOTHING compared to Jesus and what the Father did for us.  

 As a mother I can relate.  I would do ANYTHING to keep my Ellie from getting hurt, mocked, kicked, spat on, or slapped.  I would stop it immediately!  Then I thought of my sweet babies taken from me this past year before I was ready.  And I sat down to write down a little note.  I didn't want to forget what the Holy Spirit told me.

 "I have a plan in this."

 Even though I don't know His plan.  I can trust in Him.  God put His Son, His only Son, on the Cross for me.  That's amazing!  I would do anything to have my babies back.  But God had the worse thing done to His Son, so my family could live.  My babies are not here on earth, but are still blessed by my Heavenly Father.  He let His Son bare the sin of ALL, so that we could live.

 "We are free in ways we never should be..."

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