  How deep the Father's love for us How vast beyond all measure That He would give His only Son To make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing loss The Father turns His face away As wounds which mar the chosen One Bring many sons to glory Behold the Man upon a cross My guilt upon His shoulders Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice Call out among the scoffers It was my sin that held Him there Until it was accomplished His dying breath has brought me life I know that it is finished I will not boast in anything No gifts, no powers, no wisdom But I will boast in Jesus Christ His death and resurrection Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer But this I know with all my heart His wounds have paid my ransom 
Gold, Incense, and Myrrh – by Marybeth Whalen"On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh." Matthew 2:11 (NIV) &... more
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 tornfound this video clip of an impressionist miming to natalie imbruglia’s song, this is funny..Torn.. I thought I saw a man brought to life He was warm, he came around like he was dignified He showed me what it was to cry Well you couldn't be... more
modern day resignation letteri guess as a headhunter i gotta keep up.. these days u dun serve a letter of resignation..u sing your heart out to ze boss.. this one is a burlesque of a popular cantonese song.. of course you have to understand cantonese to really appreciate... more
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