"Depth of mercy, can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds and spreads His hands.
God is love, I know and feel-
Jesus lives and loves me still."
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds and spreads His hands.
God is love, I know and feel-
Jesus lives and loves me still."
Found this in a book, a really reeeallllyyy old book called "The Traveller's Guide - From Death to Life". And it's this incredibly old book from who knows how long ago, with the beautiful big swirly first letters on each page, and proper sounding English, and all these analogies and stories that show the simplicity of how wonderful God really is.
This little song was out of a story about an actress, who heard little children playing on the streets and singing the words as they played. And funnily enough, somehow these words saved her.
I mean, i look at these words and my brain becomes filled with dot dot dot's and question marks.
I like it a lot, i do. But it's not exactly something i know would capture my attention so suddenly if i heard it.
Although, clearly, something about it DID capture my attention, since i'm taking the time to write it down and blog about it. I think it's just the fact that the words are so old-sounding, yet that makes it beautiful to me. Also it's the fact that these words have actually saved a human's life.
Yeah...
Yeah.
Oh and another thing, is just that I LOVE THIS BOOK. I mean, it's SO old. I wonder who has owned it, who has read it and looked at the very pages i have... Who has held it in their hands and who has been impacted by what it says inside? (I guess i should have explained that this particular book is very tattered and torn and the pages are worn out and dull and faded... which makes it all the more beautiful. Keren, my mum's friend, searched it out, however she does that, and after months, actually found one and ended up giving it to mum. And now i've stolen it, because i've seen it sitting on the counter for a while now and it's red leather-bound cover is a little hard to just walk by and not notice.)
WOW. Rambles.
Sorry.
I just got a bit excited is all. I love old things. They intrigue me. I must start collecting old things.
This little song was out of a story about an actress, who heard little children playing on the streets and singing the words as they played. And funnily enough, somehow these words saved her.
I mean, i look at these words and my brain becomes filled with dot dot dot's and question marks.
I like it a lot, i do. But it's not exactly something i know would capture my attention so suddenly if i heard it.
Although, clearly, something about it DID capture my attention, since i'm taking the time to write it down and blog about it. I think it's just the fact that the words are so old-sounding, yet that makes it beautiful to me. Also it's the fact that these words have actually saved a human's life.
Yeah...
Yeah.
Oh and another thing, is just that I LOVE THIS BOOK. I mean, it's SO old. I wonder who has owned it, who has read it and looked at the very pages i have... Who has held it in their hands and who has been impacted by what it says inside? (I guess i should have explained that this particular book is very tattered and torn and the pages are worn out and dull and faded... which makes it all the more beautiful. Keren, my mum's friend, searched it out, however she does that, and after months, actually found one and ended up giving it to mum. And now i've stolen it, because i've seen it sitting on the counter for a while now and it's red leather-bound cover is a little hard to just walk by and not notice.)
WOW. Rambles.
Sorry.
I just got a bit excited is all. I love old things. They intrigue me. I must start collecting old things.
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