Easter Sunday... a loss for words.

Have you ever had those moments when you are in a time of musical worship, and you literally cannot make the words to the songs pass your lips? I have recently, and not because of emotional/memory types of things (though I still can’t get through “How Great Thou Art” without thinking of Daddy or “It is Well with my Soul” without crying… because sometimes it isn’t, and sometimes it’s hard to admit that it is.) but because of one of the following two reasons:
1) I truly have not felt worthy to say those words to my God. Who am I to sing praises to Him when I am such a lowly sinner? A sinner who continues to take for granted my relationship with the most High and Holy God of all Creation…

2) Because as the song says, “I stand amazed in His presence”… and I can’t… I just can’t speak. My words (well, not even mine… the words of the song’s author) fail me… they are no adequate praises or words… There is not one word in my vocabulary that can encapsulate who my God is and what He has done for me.

The great thing about this occurrence in my life is that I believe that these are times of true worship. Times when my heart and head are focused on Him, and not the uncertainty of my life that is spinning around me… but truly and completely on my Lord. During these times I feel like my head wants to sing the words so loud… so strong for Him to hear… but my heart stops me because I recognize just where I am in this whole wide world. On one hand I recognize that I don’t deserve to look towards the Heavens and take another breath, but on the other… oh on that other hand I recognize just how much He loves me… and I just can’t comprehend it. I don’t understand it… I don’t understand why the Creator of the world would make me… why He would send His most beloved creation, His son, to die for me and my sins… to redeem me and my trespasses.

There simply are no words…

… no words to describe my thankfulness…
… no words to describe how grateful I am…
… no words to describe His majesty, His Victory, His Power…

If I have trouble speaking the words in this life… I can’t imagine what it is going to be like when I see His face one day. You read in the bible about how people just fall on their face in front of the Lord… how could you do anything else??! If I can’t say the words when I am surrounded by His spiritual presence, how could I possible say anything in His physical presence??

Today is Easter Sunday… the most Holy day for Christians. Not because we celebrate the Life or our most revered spiritual figure and not because we celebrate the death of our Savior. We celebrate today because He still Lives. Jesus Christ is the only historically religious figure who died but did not remain dead. His bones lie in no tomb. His headstone is in no cemetery. He is sitting at the right hand of my God… and at those times when I can’t say the words, He knows what I am thinking…

…He hears them when I can’t even say them.

I heard these two songs today during Midway’s Easter Cantata… one I had never heard before but the words to this beautiful song brought tears to my eyes. The other is so appropriate for this day... and is one of those that I sometimes just cant say the words.

Broken into Beautiful
Gwen Smith/Sue Smith/Chad Cates

She's smiling on the outside

But she's hurting on the inside

It's getting hard just living anymore

And the shadows she has clung to

Painful things that she has been through

Have left her feeling worthless, Lord... but

(Chorus)

You change worthless into precious

Guilty to forgiven

Hungry into satisfied

Empty into full

All the lies are shattered

And we believe we matter

When You change broken into beautiful

We live with accusations

Sometimes heavy expectations

That tell us we can never measure up

And yet You repeat with mercy

That in your eyes we are worthy

At last we see how much we're loved cause

(Chorus)

Though we can't see how we can stand before you Lord

And feel valued, priceless and adored

Before the throne of God above

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong, a perfect plea:
A great High Priest, whose name is Love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.

My name is graven on his hands,
My name is written on his heart;
I know that while in heaven he stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look, and see him there
Who made an end of all my sin.

Because a sinless Savior died,
My sinful soul is counted free;
For God, the Just, is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me
To look on Him and pardon me
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Praise the One, Risen Son of God!

Behold him there, the risen Lamb
My perfect, spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I am,
The King of glory and of grace!
One in himself, I cannot die
My soul is purchased by his blood
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Savior and my God
With Christ, my Savior and my God

I hope you all enjoyed this joyous day with your family... and remembered that it isn't about eggs... it's about the Risen Savior.

Love Y'all,
Kacey