Gentle instrumentation and vocals by Karen Dowdel
This song is near and dear to my heart. It was the first song I ever wrote. It was near Easter and my daughter was finally healthy after a long battle with two different surgeries to repair a birth defect. It was very hard to sit by and watch, not knowing if she was going to be okay and to see her in a lot of pain. I got great comfort in knowing that God knew exactly how I felt, not just because He is God, but also because He watched His own child suffer - suffer to His death. Not only did He watch Him die, but God knows there are people who hate Him, His own Son. How could we ever love like that?
When I look at my own child, think of the love I have for her.
I think about Your own Child, Your Holy Son
and how He died for us.
I can’t imagine having a crown of thorns
placed on her head, having her mocked and hung.
I can’t imagine her bleeding, dying,
to save others from their sins.
Chorus - Oh, Lord, Your love is so great, so merciful,
for how could we ever love like You?
Oh, Lord, forgive us,
for You watched Your Child die for us.
When I think of those who don’t believe,
how can you still forgive them, Lord?
When your own Son was nailed upon that cross
for them, too?
Others curse Him, hate Him, and deny Him
and say He’s not Your Holy Son,
and who am I to ask how you can forgive,
for I am a sinner, too?
When I look at my own child and think about Your Holy Son.
I cannot fathom watching her beaten and nailed to a tree;
when you know it’s all for other’s sins,
not Your Child’s sin.
When He cried out to You,
Your anger must have flowed;
the earth shook.