Far Too Small

Yesterday, I read the lyrics to “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross” (written by Isaac Watts in 1707). This verse captured my heart:

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Think of it: If you had everything, but no Christ, that would be far too small a thing. Our hearts were made for the fullness of Christ. Every other present—in fact anything we might possibly gain here on earth—won’t ever be enough. Everything here is simply far too small for us.

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