The Church I go to here in Tennessee doesn't use instruments with their worship. At first it made me self-conscious of my voice, but there is a certain sweetness to actually hearing the voices of a congregation and not just of the "worship team" singing praises to God. I knew, but now it's sinking in even more that is doesn't matter what you sounds like, it is about God and worshiping him. Today, Jesus Loves Me was one of the songs we sang and to see Elsa belting out two out of three verses word for word made my heart happy.
This song was a wonderful reminder of how loved I am. No. Matter. What.
How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from his reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
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