The Measure of a Man
He was there for her first breath
She was there for his last
How do you measure the value
Of a life that has passed?
Is it by what was produced or achieved?
Or by the legacy they leave?
Perhaps it’s by what’s been experienced or enjoyed
Maybe by obstacles overcome
Battles lost, battles won
What if value is found
Not by anything done on this ground
but by the One who
all of creation revolves around
Value is determined by what one will pay
And when God made Chris — He said -
For Him I will give my Son away
God made him in His image
To display His glory
And in love, Chris made Christ
his one and only
Now our loss is heaven’s gain
But weep not -
A day is coming that will cancel this pain
God will make all things new
This is a secure hope for you too
If you want to honor the memory of this man
Then place your trust in these nail scarred hands
The hands that defeat death
Restore breath
Rescue the weak
Bring joy to the meek
Jesus is the One
And He has won
The victory is in His hands
Trust Him and enjoy the love that withstands
sickness, death, and regret
There is no equal that He has met
Embrace the hope, love and healing Chris knew
Trust Jesus — Let Him carry you
Hear His tender voice call you
And know a love that is beyond value