Confession: This morning as I knead the bread dough and hang the too-many pairs of jeans on the line in the sunshine and remember the friend going into surgery for breast cancer, this song is giving me chills.
Wonderful grace of Jesus, greater than all my sin…
He is so good.
When I sing these words, I know that something in the world is better and stronger because of it–that in some cosmic sense, the Kingdom is marching forward because a small girl on Hunter Road is pinning jeans and washing dishes to the tune of grace.
Wonderful grace of Jesus, greater than all my sin
How shall my tongue describe it; where shall its praise begin?
Taking away my burden, setting my spirit free
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.Wonderful grace of Jesus, reaching to all the lost
By it I have been pardoned, saved to the uttermost
Chains have been torn asunder, giving me liberty
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.Wonderful grace of Jesus, reaching the most defiled
By its transforming power making him God’s dear child
Purchasing peace and heaven for all eternity
And the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.Wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea
Wonderful grace, all sufficient for me–for even me
Broader than the scope of my transgressions
Greater far than all my sin and shame
Oh, magnify the precious Name of Jesus. Praise His Name!
Do you want to sing it with me today?
If you do, tell me what you feel–thinking of women scattered here and there, singing it together as they work. Solos heard by our families and colleagues, a chorus heard by the Lord Jesus–this gives me goose bumps.
Go to.
Thinking of this glorious kind of songfest reminds me of a favorite hymn line: ‘The voice of prayer is never silent, nor dies the strain of praise away.”
Would an added male voice spoil your chorus?? I’m a BIG fan of grace. It’s like my only hope in the world.
Thanks for asking. My, I’ll have to think about that one…
🙂
Oh, but of course–we need someone to fill in the bit about “higher than the MOUN-tain, sparkling like a FOUN-tain…”
“…that in some cosmic sense, the Kingdom is marching forward because a small girl on Hunter Road is pinning jeans and washing dishes to the tune of grace.”
I love that! And here in Kansas, gratitude for grace is rising from the rows of beans in the garden – or will be when I stop this computer break and get back into the garden. 🙂
Thanks for the reminder. Have a grace-filled day!
Hmmm… Speaking of beans, we came home to most of our bean plants eaten, completely stripped. Does God give grace to bunny rabbits??
Yes, but not through stolen beans.
Rascals!
I beg to differ. I heard them reciting, “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies…” and they were talking about your garden.
You and I must think alike! 🙂
I was pinning jeans and thinking of praise arising from my lips– the only offering I feel capable of giving at times– but perhaps my “calling” as a stay-at-home mommy. My song:
Jesus, You’re the center of my joy
All that’s good and perfect comes from You
You’re the heart of my contentment
Hope for all I do
Jesus, You’re the center of my joy.
I love this. I missed it yesterday, so you might be singing a different song today. But I’ll sing it in the garden while I weed beans too. I’ll try to sing it instead of worrying about VBS. And some sad family stuff. And thistles. Prayers for your friend.
It makes me feel very small but in a very good sort of way. My problems, my sins, my shame….they all seem so small when held up to the magnitude of Jesus’ grace and power.
I loved your last paragraph. It gives me chills too!
I was singing this song on the way to visit my midwife, per your prompting. I nearly lost control of the vehicle because raising just one hand wasn’t enough.