Searching for truth in the midst of lies

I am not lost. I just don't know where here is.

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Interestingly Mundane

Trying to find my way around a fallen world, I am a child of God, neither fully understanding who God is nor what He says, but knowing and trusting that He is God no matter what I feel. A pilgrim on a life journey bashing my way through, A Singaporean who is passionate about things, a desire to live a life worth living.

Friday, January 05, 2007

I AM FREE
Writer: Audrey Gordon ©2004, All Rights Reserved

1.Lord when I saw you standing there alone in Pilate’s judgment hall that day
I heard the words, all the slurs
How could I believe what they say?
Heard all the lies, all their tales
How could they even treat you that way?
But it was for me

CHORUS:
And I, I should have stood in the hall that day
But you took my place, paid the price for my sin and disgrace
You bore the pain, took the blame
I could hear when you call out my name
That I was free

2. And then I saw when they lead you away to Calvary
Saw when they gave you the cross to carry
Saw when they mocked and they jeered and they scourged thee
So I could be free

Chorus

3. And then I saw when they drove all the nails in your hands
Heard their remarks, their rebukes and all their accusations
Heard when they laughed, saw the blood and the reed that they placed in your hands
So I would be free

Chorus

4. Then I saw when the blood flowed down from your wounded side
Saw when you gasped and you held down your head and died
Then the graves opened and I hung my head I cried, I cried
Thank God, I am free

I heard this song from somewhere. Reading the lyrics, my spirit cries. My heart breaks as i realise what price freedom. The price of freedom was that someone had to die. And that person was God. God chose to die. THat we may be free.

I have been going through a lot of things. Too much to blog about. And God reminded me something. In every sacrifice there is a price, a death. A cost. God calls us to sacrifice things. But remember, with every sacrifice, death, there is something at the end of it. Life. For every death we put on the altar for christ, there is life. There is LIFE in abudance because there has been death.

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