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 mocing voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that helf 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

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weekend of good food, good company and good reminders. teach me to be single-minded for you, Lord.

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thank you for e phone call despite everything. i noe it's gonna be tough, i'll be praying for you..jiayou you. wish we werent 8 hours or 7000 miles apart.

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i miss xueqian n xiaohui alot..more than i did last year. boo boo boo.

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delicous dinner tonite, as every other nite. heh. seriously good cooks here man. sigh here we go again, another weekend down, another new week of school. yet do not despair! every weekend passed is one week closer to the christmas hols. jiayou everyone.