I failed to get an awesome sunrise, but all I managed was these scars across the sky, created by human hands, whether that is aeroplanes or scourging from a cat-o-nine tails.
How glorious was the sunrise this morning,
How red and crimson in stripes and curves,
How deep was that colour bled for us,
How much pain he felt for our just deserves.
Still freely given you walk towards us,
Still freely you embrace weak and rough.
Still freely you do open your arms,
still freely in pain you say I AM enough,
Yet canvas can not capture your essence,
Nor scales weigh the sacrifice gave,
Nor scientist count the hours you prayed for us,
Nor lonely hours in that darkest grave.
Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
5 But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
Lord God, you created an amazing sight with the sunrise this morning, and this was a spectacle to remind us of your wondrous love. Yet there are people who appear blind before you, who deny you despite sending your very Son to die for us. Open their hearts, their minds, their souls so that more than ever, people can flock to your church and show love to all.