Glory to our great redeemer
Spotless Lamb for sinners slain
My pardon purchased, my ransom paid
Glory glory to His name
Glory to our great redeemer
Died my death that I might live
Such costly grace He so freely gives
Glory glory to His name
Glory to our perfect sacrifice
A Lamb whose blood covered my shame
The wrath of God poured out and satisfied
Glory glory to His name
Glory to our great redeemer
Once an enemy, now reconciled
This stranger loved as an adopted child
Glory glory to His name
Glory to our perfect sacrifice
A Lamb whose blood covered my shame
The wrath of God poured out and satisfied
Glory glory to His name
Glory to our great redeemer
Conqueror of death and hell
He was resurrected, raising me as well
Glory glory to His name
Glory to our perfect sacrifice
A Lamb whose blood covered my shame
The wrath of God poured out and satisfied
Glory glory to His name
Glory glory to His name
Good evening, Todd…and Happy Resurrection Day to your and yours!
Many times over the past 8 years I have thought about sending a message to you. A message of thanks. So, this is it…and it is long overdue.
As I sat here earlier, setting up a new mini wifi speaker to take to work tomorrow, I was listening to Spotify and lo and behold – there is a Todd Agnew “station!” I was thrilled as your music has always taken me to the Throne of my King. (I blew out the speakers of my VW Beetle listening to Better Questions!)
Well, one thing led to another and I found myself on your blog; and learned to my great joy that you have a compilation coming out next month AND a wonderful new song. So, pre-order taken care of, I decided to take this opportunity to also take care of a piece of unfinished business. Here goes…
I was married to the most wonderful man. He was a gift – a true gift – from the Lord. He loved the Lord with all his heart, mind, strength, and soul. And then he loved me and our children. Deeply and fiercely. We loved him right back. He was my completion.
On November 12, 2008, I buried my precious husband. Pancreatic cancer took him from us one day shy of four months from the moment we heard the news. I’m a nurse…I knew what the words “Stage IV pancreatic cancer with mets to the liver” meant. I also believe in a God that hears our prayers. So we prayed for His healing, His will. And my husband fought with everything he had. But God decided that his healing would not be this side of Heaven. Life has not, will not, ever be the same again.
I want you to know what Martyr’s Song means to me. It was the last song played at my beloved’s funeral. And it was played loud. My husband died at home, with me at his side, holding his hand as I had done thousands of times over the years. I watched him take his last breath here…and at that very moment, I KNEW he had opened his eyes in Paradise and I KNEW the look of wonder he had on his face as he realized what the words “Heaven” and “Eternity” meant. Lucky man.
Martyr’s Song paints that picture of what I know to be true. And I can’t wait to experience that reality for myself. I have left instructions that it is to be played at my funeral as well. It’s a song of His promises fulfilled! And I will be finally HOME!
God bless you and your ministry. You surely ministered to my husband and myself on the occasions that we praised Jesus in song along with you!
Thank you so, so much,
Gigi
Yes, Glory to His name! I thank the Lord for your ministry. I pray the Lord’s continued blessing on you, your family and your music.
Todd, thanks again for a wonderful message! Your music has always resonated with me. Any chance you would be willing to share chord charts for a strummer and beginning keyboardist? Blessings and peace to you, your family, and ministry.