The perfect example for the word “depth” finally dawned upon me last Sunday, summed up beautifully in a Christian song by Stuart Townend.
How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure, that He should give His only Son, to make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss – the Father turns His gaze away, as wounds which mar the Chosen One bring many Sons to glory.
It was my sin that held Him there, until it was accomplished; His dying breath has brought me life – I know that it is finished.
Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer; But this I know with all my heart – His wounds have paid my ransom.
September 2012, Basilica di Santa Maria degli Angeli e dei Martiri, Rome, Italy
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Depth.”