UNTITLED HYMN

By Chris Rice


Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
Raise your head, for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus, and live!

Now your burden’s lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain, so
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus, and live!

And like a newborn baby
Don’t be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk
Sometimes we fall….So
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus, and live!

Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain….then
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus, and live!

And when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can’t contain your joy inside….then
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus, and live!

And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory’s side….and
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus, and live!

Several times I have heard this song sung. Each time, it brings tears to my eyes. Tears of joy, tears of hope, and tears of remembrance.

The lyrics evoke memories in me all the way through, except for the last verse, which trembles my heart toward hope. Fly to Jesus, what a wonderful way to view death. That it be unknown, we do not doubt. That it be frightening because we are not familiar with it, and remain unwilling to taste it, we admit.

But to fly to Jesus!!! That is something I can picture. To be lifted above the grave, beyond my flesh, and into His House, where He awaits me, this is the stuff that Christian dreams are made of.

There is a lady in our church gathered, whom I know fairly well, that sings this song. Once, I saw her sing it with tears streaming down her face, and I wondered…How can this girl whose heart is both breaking and swelling at the same time sing so beautifully all the while through it?