I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all who's who and so-n-so's that used to be the best
At such'n'such ... it wouldn't matter much
I won't lie, it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an 'Atta boy' or 'Atta girl'
But in the end I'd like to hang my hat on more besides
The temporary trappings of this world
I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who
blessed your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy
I don't have to look too far or too long awhile
To make a lengthly list of all that I enjoy
It's an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust, thieves and such will soon enough destroy
Not well traveled, not well read, not well-to-do or well bred
Just want to hear instead, "Well Done" good and faithful one...
We rode into town the other day, just me and my daddy. he said I’d finally reached that age, and I could ride next to him on a horse that of course, was not quite as wild. We heard a crowd of people shouting, and so we stopped to find out why. There was that man that my dad said he loved, but today there was fear in his eyes.
So I said, “Daddy, why are they screaming? Why are the faces of some of them beaming? Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe? I bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows. Daddy please, can’t you do something? He looks as though He’s gonna cry. You said He was stronger than all of those guys; Daddy, please tell me why. Why does everyone want Him to die?”
Later that day, the sky grew cloudy, and Daddy said I should go inside. Somehow he knew things would get stormy. Boy was he right, but I could not keep from wondering if there was something he had to hide.
So after he left, I had to find out. I was not afraid of getting lost. So I followed the crowds to a hill where I knew men had been killed, and I heard a voice come from the cross.
And it said, “Father, why are they screaming? Why are the faces of some of them beaming? Why are they casting their lots for my robe? This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows. Father please, can’t you do something? I know that You must hear my cry. I thought I could handle a cross of this size. Father, remind me why. Why does everyone want me to die? Oh, when will I understand why?”
My precious son, I hear them screaming. I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming. But soon I will clothe you in robes of my own. Jesus, this hurts me much more than you know, but this dark hour, I must do nothing, though I’ve heard your unbearable cry. The power in your blood destroys all of the lies; soon you’ll see past their unmerciful eyes. Look, there be love, see the child trembling by her father’s side. Now I can tell you why... she is why you must die.
this song has been ringing in my mind the moment i woke up today... i din reali like this particular song actuali... coz there was something in the song i cldnt reali agree with in my head...well... (but i realised is just my mindset lah)... somehow, somehow, it just ring in my mind and i began to like this song...:) a very touching song... as i mediatate how Jesus died on the cross for me though He was in pain and He knew He has to go thru all that coz of us, all undeserving sinners. i wld upoad this song if i have a upload server.. anybody tell me wat i can do??
