Where would I be...

Where would I be without the cross? My sin and shame abound
Darkness covering over my life
and shadowing my soul...

Where would I be without His sacrifice?
Lost and wandering about
Fallen and broken covered in filth
with emptiness filling my heart...

Where would I be without His love?
Slave to my selfish desires
Judging and condemning harboring
anger and ill will

Where would I be with out my Jesus...

I've been there before
Though I didn't know I was there
Disobedient and careless
Destructive...full of fear

And He loved me the same.

Grateful for the cross.
Indebted to His sacrifice.
Consumed by His love.

Jesus.  What a wondeful name.

That's what I got today.