I’ve been thinking about Good Friday, and Easter, and what it all means. I want to write something profound about it, but I have no idea where to begin. How do I put into words what it means that my God came to earth and died in my place so that I could know Him? I can’t even begin to wrap my head around it. But I am grateful. So, so grateful. Without His grace and mercy, where would I be? What can wash away my sin? Noting but the blood of Jesus. What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh, precious is the flow That makes me white as snow, No other fount I know, Nothing but the blood of Jesus.