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He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.

The great hymn writer Charles Wesley wrote these anointed words, first published in Hymns and Sacred Poems in 1740. This is one of 19 stanzas to the work we now call O For A Thousand Tongues to Sing.

These lines flooded my mind the other day during prayer. These words pack so much truth—revelation—about the power of Christ's finished work on the cross.

Often we look at the cross and consider it a solution to one problem. We think that the one and only thing that happened on the cross was the forgiveness of our sin.

Jesus forgave our sins—Hallelujah!

There is more—much more!

He broke its power.

What power?

Sin’s power to immobilize us—to paralyze us in a fog of spiritual apathy—broken.

Sin’s power to keep us from prayer—broken.

Sin’s power to keep us from fellowship—isolation—broken.

Sin’s power to keep us from ministry—broken.

Sin’s power of addiction—broken.

Sin’s power to cause shame—broken.

All the lies satan would have us believe about ourselves, how we’ve been ruined for God’s use, stand exposed before us as we embrace the cross of Christ. [TweetThis]

And yet, though there is no longer power in sin’s lies, many believe them, standing forgiven yet disempowered for life in the Kingdom of God.

The cross bought us the freedom from every chain with which sin bound us. We are raised with Christ in newness of life, to walk as He walked:

Unhindered by guilt

Unshackled from shame

Unmoved by satan’s lies

Unashamed to take up the banner of Christ’s love and carry it to the world that lies captive still to the broken power of sin.

Let’s rise up this day and shake off the broken chains that hold us back, and go forward into battle.

As I write these words, I picture a World War II liberation force marching into Nazi death camps and flinging open the gates, with the wonderful news—the war is over and you are free.

Hallelujah!

Thanks for coming by,

Shine where you're screwed in,

Ben

Words: Charles Wesley
Tune: Sagina, by Thomas Campbell
  And  can  it  be, that I should gain
  An   in  - terest in the--e   Sav -ior's  blood?
  Died  he  for me-e, who caused his pain?
  For me,  who   Him   to    death  pur -sued?
  Amazing  love!  ho--ow can   it  be
  That thou,  my  God, shouldst  die  for  me?
 
   Amazing love! how can it be
   That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
 
  He   left his Father's throne a   -  bove,
  So   free, so     in -fi--i - nite his    grace!
  Emptied   him-se-elf of all  but   love,
  And bled  for  A  -  dam's help - less race:
 'Tis   mercy    all,   i---im-mense and free,
  For, O    my    God,    it     found out me!
 
   Amazing love! how can it be
   That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

 

   Long my   im -prisoned spir - it     lay
   Fast bound in     sin a---and na - ture's night;
   Thine eye dif-fu-used a quickening ray,
   I   woke, the  dun - geon  flamed with light;
   My chains fell off,   my--y  heart was free,
   I    rose, went forth,   and   followed  thee.
 
   Amazing love! how can it be
   That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

 

   No   con -dem-nation   now    I      dread,
   Je - sus,  and    all i---in  him, is     mine!
  Alive     in  Hi-im, my living     Head,
  And clothed in right-eous -ness   di - vine,
  Bold   I    ap-proach the-e -ter - nal throne,
  And  claim the  crown, through Christ my own.
 
   Amazing love! how can it be
   That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

 

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