Just As I Am

I wondered how to come to You
I did not dare believe it true
That You regard the orphaned ones
As beloved daughters, worthy sons

The broken and the barren, too
I heard could find some rest in You
What kind of Love, in injuries place
Would leave instead, the stain of grace?

I come in sorrow, I come in shame
I come to the cross with my pain
Just as I am without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me
And that Thou bids me come to thee
O Lamb of God, I come, I come

The pardon that I found from sin
Spilled out from where the nails went in
My heart will ever more proclaim
I had not lived until that day

And I know there is a crown for me
Beyond where mortal eyes can see
And I owe not to any man
But offer me just as I am

So I come rejoicing
With hands held high
I come singing words of new life
Just as I am without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me
And that Thou bids me come to Thee
O Lamb of God...

-Just as I am, Nichole Nordeman

I always think about grace at Christmastime. It's the message of Christmas -- God incarnate to redeem what was lost. It's a story that I never get tired of hearing. We are so blessed.