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Just as I Am handsI have loved the hymn Just As I Am since I was a tiny kiddo sitting in a pew during church. Something about it, even when I was only five or six, drew my heart like a magnet. One of my dearest friends had to write a variation on a piece of music for her master’s degree and she choose this hymn and dedicated it to me. I will treasure her recording of it always.

The last time I was moved to tears by something beautiful was when our choir at church sang my favorite version of the hymn. It’s my favorite because it has a bridge added to it that riddles my heart with with hope and pain at the same time. There is nothing more exquisite than that feeling of BOTH as my amazing friend Plato would say. The bridge says:

I come broken to be mended
I come wounded to be healed
I come desperate to be rescued
I come empty to be filled
I come guilty to be pardoned
By the blood of Christ the Lamb
And I’m welcomed
with open arms,
Praise God! Just as I am…

I do believe there is a creator of this magnificent universe out there somewhere, and just the thought of being welcomed, healed, and loved for who I am is more beautiful to me than anything I could ever see with my eyes.

(The bridge is at the 1:50 mark.)

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