For several days, I've been thinking about the analogy of physical illness with our fallen condition. I guess my recent cold directed my thoughts along that path. I thought about how my physical need drove me to a doctor for a cure and how the multitudes flocked to the Saviour for a healing touch. Oh! if only my sins grieved me like my infirmities!
I've also noticed how often hymns give expression to my thoughts. Do you ever do that... just find yourself thinking the words to an old hymn? This is the verse that has been playing in my thoughts:
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and pow’r.
Can anyone guess the chorus without Googling it?
I had to grab a hymn book ~ Does that count as cheating??
ReplyDeleteMakes me think of Sheffey and the tent meetings =)
Now Cathy, as much as I love hymns, that's asking a lot for an absent minded Old Geezer :-)
ReplyDeleteMy middle name is Google :-)
~Ron
I love that song, but had to cheat! I too am getting old! So glad I found your blog via Ma's blog! "Oh! if only my sins grieved me like my infirmities!" so true! Thank you for this great piece!
ReplyDeleteMelanie, I don't know if it is in your hymnal, it's not in mine, but I think it may be in an older one.
ReplyDeleteRon, you're too funny! How do you write that middle name: Old Google Geezer? Sounds kinda creepy to me. (Ha ha)
Petra, Thanks so much for dropping by. I appreciate your comment.
This is one of those hymns I sing frequently in the car when I'm alone. The chorus:
"I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear savior,
Oh, There are ten thousand charms."