Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing.
-Luke 23:34
Jesus we don't know what we're doing. I don't know what I am doing.
Whether it's Pharisee's nailing You to a cross or me selfishly neglecting You, we don't know what we're doing.
If only I had Your vision. If only I could see how temporary this world really is. How my worldly senses deceive me about what is real and what isn't. How my flesh overshadows my spirit. How my mind overrides my heart.
I really don't know what I'm doing. Abba I need Your patient forgiveness. The angels around You must think I'm an idiot. To be made in Your imagine to have You freely die for me to be given the opportunity to worship You and yet to ignore You so often throughout each day.
Unforgiveness must be a hilarious idea to the Heavenly realm. I think about when I talk to homeless brothers and sisters listening to their disagreements and how one has wronged the other. When I listen to the grudges about lending food stamps and not getting paid back or someone stealing batteries out of someone's tent I always think to myself "who cares? Just let it go life is more than food stamps and batteries."
Then I look at my life and my unforgiveness. The grudges I hold the bitterness in my heart and I think about how You must look at my heart and think "Who cares? Just let it go Adam, life is more than that. You have me."
Even on the cross Your forgiveness comes so easily like exhaling a breath You forgive us our sins. To You every argument, every grudge, every wrong is just a fight over a worthless bag of cans. You see us swinging and yelling using words like "mine" and "thief" shouting accusations at our brothers and sisters over issues that won't matter in one hundred years or maybe even five minutes.
If only I could live like every year is the year of jubilee. If only I could live like this breath is my last. How simply forgiveness would flow from my heart and how genuine it would taste.
Abba I don't know what I'm doing when I choose TV over Jesus. I don't know what I'm doing when I walk past one of Your children on the street. I don't know what I'm doing when I refuse to forgive a debt no matter the size.
If I could truly see the value of Jesus, I wouldn't pick anything in this world over You.
If I could truly see the weight of glory for my brother living on the street, I wouldn't be able to ignore him or care about my plans for that day.
If I could truly see the pettiness of every grudge, I would taste Your Kingdom on earth as it is in Heaven.
Lord forgive me for I don't know what I'm doing. Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to the cross I cling; naked, come to thee for dress; helpless, look to thee for grace; foul, I to the fountain fly; wash me, Savior, or I die. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee. Jesus please hide me in Your mercy, in Your grace. I'm dead without You. Please set me free wash me clean.
Rock of Ages - Fernando Ortega
-Luke 23:34
Jesus we don't know what we're doing. I don't know what I am doing.
Whether it's Pharisee's nailing You to a cross or me selfishly neglecting You, we don't know what we're doing.
If only I had Your vision. If only I could see how temporary this world really is. How my worldly senses deceive me about what is real and what isn't. How my flesh overshadows my spirit. How my mind overrides my heart.
I really don't know what I'm doing. Abba I need Your patient forgiveness. The angels around You must think I'm an idiot. To be made in Your imagine to have You freely die for me to be given the opportunity to worship You and yet to ignore You so often throughout each day.
Unforgiveness must be a hilarious idea to the Heavenly realm. I think about when I talk to homeless brothers and sisters listening to their disagreements and how one has wronged the other. When I listen to the grudges about lending food stamps and not getting paid back or someone stealing batteries out of someone's tent I always think to myself "who cares? Just let it go life is more than food stamps and batteries."
Then I look at my life and my unforgiveness. The grudges I hold the bitterness in my heart and I think about how You must look at my heart and think "Who cares? Just let it go Adam, life is more than that. You have me."
Even on the cross Your forgiveness comes so easily like exhaling a breath You forgive us our sins. To You every argument, every grudge, every wrong is just a fight over a worthless bag of cans. You see us swinging and yelling using words like "mine" and "thief" shouting accusations at our brothers and sisters over issues that won't matter in one hundred years or maybe even five minutes.
If only I could live like every year is the year of jubilee. If only I could live like this breath is my last. How simply forgiveness would flow from my heart and how genuine it would taste.
Abba I don't know what I'm doing when I choose TV over Jesus. I don't know what I'm doing when I walk past one of Your children on the street. I don't know what I'm doing when I refuse to forgive a debt no matter the size.
If I could truly see the value of Jesus, I wouldn't pick anything in this world over You.
If I could truly see the weight of glory for my brother living on the street, I wouldn't be able to ignore him or care about my plans for that day.
If I could truly see the pettiness of every grudge, I would taste Your Kingdom on earth as it is in Heaven.
Lord forgive me for I don't know what I'm doing. Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to the cross I cling; naked, come to thee for dress; helpless, look to thee for grace; foul, I to the fountain fly; wash me, Savior, or I die. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee. Jesus please hide me in Your mercy, in Your grace. I'm dead without You. Please set me free wash me clean.
Rock of Ages - Fernando Ortega