“Why are they screaming? Why are the faces of some of them beaming? Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe? I’ll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows.”
Who am I to know You?
Who am I to be made holy?
Who am I to be like You?
When all the while I am the doubter.
I am the deceiver.
I am the broken.
I am the unfaithful.
I am the ashamed.
Who cast his lot for Your robes.
I am the very man who spat in Your face.
I am the centurion who pierced Your already bloody hands.
Who am I to lead?
Who am I to judge?
Who am I to rebuke?
Who am I to correct?
Who am I to condemn?
Who am I to be an example and a demonstration of Your love?
When all the while I am the very one who took Your infinite love and threw it on a cross. My iniquity, my failures, my idols, my doubts…they…I created the reason for You to give Your love. I created the idols, needing to be destroyed, needing a sacrifice to pay the price, to cancel my debt.
I…created…that.
So, who am I not to know You?
Who am I to remain unholy?
Who am I to remain a sinner, while you hung on a cross and became my Savior?
Who am I not to lead?
Who am I not to lead?
Who am I not to correct my brothers?
Who am I not to want to be an example?
What an honor to be able to demonstrate Your love.
Because of Your death and return to everlasting life, I am free.
Free to choose You.
Free to believe in Your victory.
Free to become pure and holy.
Free to live for all of eternity.
Free to be happy, for the entire world to see.
Free to share the love poured out to the lost and searching.
Free to know You in all Your glory.
Who am I not to love You?
