a song in my heart
Here are the words to the first verse of the song I sang on Sunday in our church.
I listen to if often during the day (I have a CD where it is beautifully performed by BJU singers & orchestra).
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Beneath the Cross
Beneath the cross of Jesus,
I find a place to stand
And wonder at such mercy
That calls me as I am;
For hands that should discard me
Hold wounds which tell me, “Come.”
Beneath the cross of Jesus,
My unworthy soul is won.
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While I have heard this song many times since acquiring this CD, Sunday morning- as I was singing- the words hit me afresh…
just how often do I ‘wonder at such mercy…”?
Jesus calls me-ME- from where I am…
His hands, hands that should shun and push me aside, have wounds- living wounds, not scars-
that tell me to come to Him.
How wonderful is this Jesus that loves me so. For all my faults (numerous beyond measure), my petty desires and whims, He loves me. He loves YOU. He wants you to come to Him. Even though I am already sure of my salvation and know that I will go to Heaven, He still beckons me… and calls to me where I am each day. Whether I have woken up cranky or energetic, His wounded hands beckon me to come to Him.