Those days that you feel let down, disappointed, alone, worn out, under attack, everything possible goes wrong, at the end of your tether, stressed, depressed, not knowing where to turn. You get down on your knees and the words are stuck in your throat. You question God and ask Why me? Then cry until there are no more tears left so become numb with worry, sorrow and grief. You call on God for protection yet feel in limbo, neither here nor there, with the world and time passing you by. Instead of receiving love, mercy, forgiveness, compassion, support, help, sympathy you feel unappreciated, taken for granted. Worst of all the ones you love most and help hurdle and throw stones at you. For your love they show hatred but you give yourself to prayer. Suddenly, in the lowest moments when all hope seems lost, Christ the Saviour shows up at the exact right time to your shock and disbelief. Christ opens and stretches His loving Arms Widely, Protects and Shields you from the attacks. Your attackers are confused because you seem the least and foolish one chosen by God to confound the wise. You are surprised and amazed by the grace of God on your behalf God would save such a wreck like you. Thank you God for saving me in Christ Jesus and Holy Spirit.
1.Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
- 2.’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
- 3.Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
- 4.The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.
- 5.Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
- 6.The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
- 7.When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.