Christ Alone
In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand
In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
‘Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
‘til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand
Very few songs touch me the way this one does. I hope it blessed you as you read it.
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand
In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
‘Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
‘til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand
Very few songs touch me the way this one does. I hope it blessed you as you read it.
posted by Hayne Begley at 4:47 AM
1 Comments:
i agree man. deciding these issues is a tough task, and surely the Spirit is the only one who is able to guide us in such nuance.
i think a lot of emergent thinkers can make what they are saying sound really good. don't get me wrong. it's just a lot of them make a lot of philosophical assumptions about "our generation" and devote hundreds of pages to generational and age specific studies (i don't know how many books i have read in the last year about this) just to set up their argument (which of course, only works according to these epistemological premises). further, a lot of them are so excited about spirituality that they often drift into pantheism, but that's a different story.
authors like spencer burke can make something like "super God" sound good - he argues that the trinity is necessary so long as it doesn't trap us. therefore we are free to reshape this doctrine as we have seen God revealed. there is some truth to the point that that God is larger than the trinity. But in all his speculation, concludes that maybe God is four persons - a "super God." for more on this, see scott mcknight's blog (linked to my site).
however, after i read rob bell's book i concluded he wasn't a heretic
either. i just thought he favored unclarity for art's sake. and that's dangerous with as semantically a specific discipline as is theology.
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