Tuesday, September 16, 2008

my baby's daddy


Sometimes after Mary Ellen's evening meal, if she's still really awake and we're ready for her to be really asleep, Ben will take her into the dining room to our piano and play and sing with her in his arms. What an amazing illustration of Zephaniah 3:17 -- of how our Father consoles His own children with His love.
"The LORD your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." Zeph 3:17 (NIV)

2 comments:

Emily said...

How funny that after reading Ben's blog today -- I kept repeating this hymn in my head...and now, reading yours...it is back again!!!

~~em

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should 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 sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that left 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 power, 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
(REPEAT)

Theophilus said...

you should blog more often