I was listening again to the old familiar words of a most beloved hymn. Though sounding through the ages its strains were that of infinite truth. What one man wrote two-hundred years ago still stands as true today as ever before. The truth and purity of that simple melody holds more raw emotion than most would dare to feel, no less voice. Never the less, what one man felt so potently and dared to pen, millions now hear and feel.
Amazing grace how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
was blind but now I see.
Amazing grace - Talk about the understatement of the world and yet it speaks volumes to our souls.
How sweet the sound - Indeed, how sweet to finally hear that voice from home. The voice of a Father calling to His child.
That saved a wretch like me - And what helpless wretches we are. We are hopeless in the presence of a holy God.
I once was lost - Ah yes, we all know what it is to be lost... to be alone.
But now am found - And the blessed joy of finally being found. Of coming home.
Was blind - And who hasnít felt the helplessness of spiritual blindness. Never knowing wich way to turn or where to go.
But now I see - You have been blind for as long as you can remember. You have been in the dark for oh, so long. But then the new procedure comes along. The surgery is done and your eyes are wrapped to aid recovery. Weeks later you sit in silent expectation as the physician peels away the bandages layer by layer. Slowly, ever so slowly, light seeps into the darkness that has consumed you for so long.
I will leave you with this picture and one question. A picture of hope to the hopeless, peace to the weary and sight for the blind. What is Jesus to you?
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