#timothy brindle

Nobody sins in moderation.

A shining light came on inside of my cell/ Revealing my sinful condition, I cried and I yelled/ God forgive me, rescue me from death's despair/ Dont execute me in the electric chair!/ But then I was embraced- by His love and truth/ He said He died in my place-as my substitute/ I couldn't fathom His charity, so I asked Him clarity/ He actually sat in the chair for me/ He took the violent wrath on my behalf/ So I could have life and be alive at last!/ My first reply, was but You're a perfect Guy/ You never cursed or lied, you didn't deserve to die/ But He said He wanted to because He made a covenant/ To save His people so they wouldn't face His punishment/ So I hugged and thanked Him, His robe was all red/ He said He proved all this was true because He rose from the dead/ Now my charges were dropped/ He gave me faith when He replaced my heart because it was as hard as a rock/ He broke my shackles, now my visions clear/ I was given ears, He removed my filthy prison gear/ And proceeded to put it on the shelf/ My death sentence was dropped when He took it upon Himself/ Then He dressed me in His perfect righteousness/ The nicest gift, yes I was hype from this!/ He told me He freed me for a purpose, Tim/ To conform me to His image, and serve and worship Him/ Then I fell on my face I'll tell of Your ways/ And proclaim you save sinners by indelible grace/ I savor this pleasure, You're the greatest of treasures/ Jesus Christ- I can't wait to praise You forever/

He who had infinite joy a pleasures became a man of sorrow so we could be joined forever. He took a cosmic plunge and put on some lungs, on the cross became to God a sponge.

He dwelt with the lower class lowly men and those known as trash were His chosen kin.

God is closer than He appears/ Like the objects in a side-view mirror/

He probably didn’t even feel the crown and nails He had to suffer more than to bring down the veil Our eyes are haughty and our lies are naughty the Holy Christ bore our sins inside His body yea, His veins they burst but no one’s pain was worse cause the One who made the earth became a curse! He was One with the Father’s Essence But on cross the God of heaven cut off His presence And I can’t share any language that can rightly describe the Christ’s despair and His anguish So forever will I tell: In three hours, Christ suffered more than any sinner ever will in hell! (It is finished) He who had infinite joy and pleasure became a Man of Sorrows so we could join forever. He took a cosmic plunge, put on some lungs on the Cross He became to God a sponge to soak up His wrath so wicked wouldn’t be sifted and blown into chaff