There is a famous sermon by Jonathon Edwards titled, “A Sinner in the Hands of an Angry God”. The terror of that thought ought to grip anyone who realizes how desperately wicked they really are and how holy God really is. Consider Exodus 33, Moses asked to see God’s glory. God’s reply was simple and straightforward, no one can see His face and live. Edwards’ sermon was a powerful wake up call to the lost souls of his generation and ours.
For believers, however, a wrong view of God’s holiness can bring us to despair. We can look at all of the things that we are still falling short of and feel that God must be utterly frustrated with us (mostly because we are utterly frustrated with us). Visions of a stern old man riding on clouds with lightning bolts at the ready come to mind. But the fact is, God’s holiness is no longer counted against me because I am in the nail-scarred hands of Jesus Christ. The blood of Jesus covers me.
I will always struggle in my Christian walk but the good news of the Gospel is, that’s all right, I’m covered. There is grace for my every failing. There is mercy that’s new every morning.
When you are heavy laden with guilt and despair, look to the Savior, confess your sins and return to fellowship with Him. For more encouragement read: 1 John 1:9, 1 Peter 5:6-7, 1 Peter 3:18.
“God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” 2 Corinthians 5:21
Sinner
What’s become of me,
I thought I could hold on to this fire
But I cannot see, for my flames died down
What do I believe, when the thoughts of my head oppose the mind of my heart
Why can’t I be free, from this old man, this dark man
CHORUS
And I’ll never be,
the kind of man whose earned your grace and mercy
And I’ll never see, through the eyes of a righteous man
And I will always be,
a man who knows the truth but can’t quite live it
And I’ll always be, just a sinner in the nail scarred hands of a righteous God,
Of a Holy God, Oh my God
Lord what can I say, I’ve confessed the same thing 10 times this morning
I push you away, cause I’m too ashamed to cry
Lord I cry to you,
cause I’ve found no peace in my own self-pity
Lord I raise my hands, and accept your love, your unfailing love
CHORUS
I know I’m not saved by my works and
I know it’s in grace that I stand but
I know that real faith works but
God I’m too small too weak I can’t
God It’s out of my hand, then
God you take me break me mold me
God it’s in your hands and
CHORUS
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