My Unearthing

To forgive my sin, God died in my place.
High in the heavens He sits on His throne.
My Savior, Jesus, rose to give me grace.
Before I believed, Death laughed in my face,
knowing how Hades would burn every bone;
to forgive my sin, God died in my place,
for all the worldly pleasures I used to chase:
the drugs, the dollars, the false religions I was shown.
My Savior, Jesus, rose to give me grace!
When I started seeing through blindness, I quit the race
for the drugs, the dollars, the false religions I was shown.
To forgive my sin, God died in my place.
He loves us all. We’re each His special case.
Until I found out, my heart was like stone:
my Savior, Jesus, rose to give me grace.
The Potter’s pierced hands healed this sightless vase;
my salvation now rests on Christ alone:
to forgive my sin, God died in my place;
my Savior, Jesus, rose to give me grace.

On December 12, 1982, I placed my hope for eternal salvation in the nail-pierced hands of Jesus. On that day, I came to terms with the fact that I was a sinner, for “all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.” And since “the wages of sin is death,” I knew there’d be Hell to pay after I died. On that day, I also learned that “the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” That’s when I threw in with Jesus, who was God in the flesh, who loved me enough to die on the cross to forgive my sins, and whose Father then raised Him from the dead. That’s the Gospel, and that’s what saves us from Hell if we repent and believe it. I share my testimony with you today to let you know somebody cares and that there’s hope beyond the grave: “…whosoever shall call upon the name of the LORD shall be saved.” -Matt Harris