I thought I would share with everyone a hymn that I wrote about a year ago. I wrote it during a family studies class while I was thinking about how many modern worship songs have left meaningful words in favor of a catchy repeatable chorus. I return to it now, because I was thinking about some of the same issues again. I’d love comments and if anyone wants to actually write music to go with the words, that would be great.

Praise to the Father King, my lover and my judge.
What wrath He ought to owe; how great His mercy shown.
But oh what joy and sorrow, to see Him hanging there.
The Prince of Glory’s blood paid what I could not bear.

By His law I am condemned. By His grace I’m saved.
Oh His spirit I have hungered. Oh His life I’ve craved.
Now in His resurrection, I find my soul fulfilled.
To see my sins forgiven is to watch my lover killed.

Oh He rules in perfect justice. How He’s shown his perfect love.
Who deserves to be His child? Who has earned their crown above?
But a cry is in the desert; joy is found in tearful eye.
For God has seen the lowly, and sent His lamb to die.

His pain was not to please us, but to draw us unto Him.
His death was not to hinder, but to do away with sin.
Oh you wretched generation, that would greet this grace with pride.
Come to Him low and humble, come to the cross and die.