Ten Thousand Angels

As quietly as December slipped in, so it now draws to a close. The shortest day is behind us, meaning that with small increments daily we are on the upward swing again.
I want to take this opportunity to wish anyone who travels here a Christmas that draws you into a closer relationship with our Father. What a gift He has given in His Son. To be washed clean came at a high price, but one given freely, with love for us His children.
Stand in awe, what grace!
My heart overflows with joy and it sings His praises (only in my head as the tunes I seem to make up are not very good ) Music is such gift and one of my absolute favourite songs, sung every year by the Men's choir in Neerlandia is: He could have called Ten Thousand Angels, instead He chose to die for you and me. It makes me cry (happy cry) every time.

Ten Thousand Angels

They bound the hands of Jesus in the garden where He prayed;
They led Him thru' the streets in shame.
They spat upon the Saviour so pure and free from sin;
They said, "Crucify Him; He's to blame."

CHORUS: He could have called ten thousand angels
To destroy the world and set Him free.
He could have called ten thousand angels,
But He died alone for you and me.

Upon His precious head they placed a crown of thorns;
They laughed and said, "Behold the king."
They struck Him and they cursed Him and mocked His holy name.
All alone He suffered ev'rything.

To the howling mob He yielded; He did not for mercy cry.
The Cross of shame He took alone.
And when He cried, "It's finished," He gave himself to die;
Salvation's wondrous plan was done.