I cannot even begin to describe
the love my Father has for me.
Is it not higher than the mountains?
Is it not deeper than the seas?

No, it is far larger than that,
bigger than all my shames and loss.
All these things that weigh me down,
weigh with Him on the Cross.

The love of my Father,
is where I find my rest.
All my fear is cast out,
and I am able to provide my best.

So how could I still sin,
after all my Father has done for me?
How could he have died in pain,
just to set me free?

I get angry at myself for these things,
and am enraged by what I've done.
But my Father just smiles and says to me:
"A space for you in heaven has been provided by the One."