Sunday's message was all about the fact that Jesus died on the cross as our substitute. It is hard to imagine the kind of love that moved him to die for us. The words of this song by Kurt Kaiser and Ralph Carmichael says it all.
Just To Think Of The Cross
Long, long ago in a faraway place, rough rugged timbers were raised to the sky
There hung a man suspended in space
And though He was blameless they left Him to die
Just to think of the cross, moves me now
The nails in His hands, His bleeding brow
To think of the cross, moves me now
It should have been me, it should have been me
Instead I am free, I am free
