Friday, April 14, 2006

Good Friday

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died.
My richest gain I count but lost.
And poor contempt on all my pride.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Isaac Watts

has posted some excellent thoughts
concerning Good Friday today on her blog.

1 comment:

BrittLeigh said...

...Love so amazing, so divine...

That is so beautiful!