Jesus, my advocate, stands on high
My high priest before the throne of God
Who can condemn me, when Jesus,
Who died for my sins, intercedes for me?
I’m afraid of God’s holy power
Haven’t all tyrants done it this way?
Crying “peace,” and “protection,” and “love,” and such things,
While destroying and crushing, and hoarding their wealth,
Well, with God’s claim to love us on one side,
And on the other, this dark unjust world,
And in between, all the chaos inside me,
Still, Jesus persuades me God’s love is for real, because…
My heart is hard, Lord; it’s not broken,
My will is too strong for surrendering.
While I long for you, I’m afraid of you…
I need Jesus…
Now in Jesus, there’s no condemnation,
Because he bore my sins on the cross.
In their place, he gave me righteousness,
And the right to become a child of God
And now nothing can separate us
Neither angels nor demons nor powers,
Not the depths of darkness in my own heart,
Not my past, not my future, not death, and not life, because…
© Marcy Prochaska 2004
I started writing this when we lived in Virginia and finished it a few years later. Reading Romans 8 was the main inspiration. Really chewing on the idea that the Cross is the ultimate assurance that God loves me and is not out to get me, no matter how much it seems that he’s just tormenting me for some sick pleasure.
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