How Wide Is Your Love

Every year on this day, there is a man standing on the West 38th Street over pass above 465 waving a large American flag. I know why he’s there. He was there on September 11, 2001 when I somberly drove home from work. He was there last year on this day and the year before and the year before that, too. He returns each year to remind us. He doesn’t want us to forget that tragic day 7 years ago that rocked the world.

And yet there is ANOTHER WHO comes to mind today. HE too rocked the world only HE laid down HIS life to save it.

After I passed the man with the flag this morning and started on my Northbound commute on 465, I listened to this song of remembrance in my car...

*How wide is Your love
That You would stretch Your arms
And go around the world
And why for me would a Savior's cry be heard

I don't know
Why You went where I was meant to go
I don't know
Why You love me so

Those were my nails
That was my crown
That pierced Your hands and Your brow
Those were my thorns
Those were my scorns
Those were my tears that fell down
And just as You said it would be
You did it all for me
After You counted the cost
You took my shame, my blame
On my cross

How deep is Your grace
That you could see my need
And chose to take my place
And then for me, these words I'd hear You say

Father no
Forgive them for they know not what they do
I will go
Because I love them so

Those were my nails
That was my crown
That pierced Your hands and Your brow
Those were my thorns
Those were my scorns
Those were my tears that fell down
And just as You said it would be
You did it all for me
After You counted the cost
You took my shame, my blame
On my cross*

LORD, forgive me. How easily I forget what YOU did in love for me—YOU took my place. Thank you!

*“On My Cross” as sung by FFH; words and music by Jeromy Deibler