Almost a year ago a friend of mine from my home church took me for an awesome day of paddle-boating and fellowship for my birthday. While we were paddling, we saw this amazing cross made from a tree trunk or branches on the shore!
I´ve been wanting to post this for nearly a year--and looking at this picture and remembering that day and the joy of those months as a new believer that had trusted Christ made and makes me think of this wonderful hymn.
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Words: Isaac Watts, 1707. Music: Lowell Mason, 1824
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
To Christ, Who won for sinners grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore,
Be praise from all the ransomed race
Forever and forevermore.
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