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).
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.
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.
