Tonight, a feeble attempt to describe the biggest wonderment of all. A golden shovel...
Come celebrate His amazing
love, the undeserved grace
poured over blackest of hearts, how
freely that grace has been given, how sweet
the relief, when we who deserve nothing, comprehend the
depths of our darkness and respond to the sound
of His quiet voice, the only voice that
has ever saved.
He says, “Father forgive them,” and a
choir of angels rejoices when a wretch
like me falls to her knees and cries likea baby. I cannot begin to comprehend His love for me.