The Sound of Grace

A thought popped in my head last night as we were singing "Amazing Grace" at church
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me"
How sweet the sound? Of Grace? What exactly does grace sound like? Is it the huge sigh of relief of knowing that everything will be ok, even though it shouldn't be? Or is it the sound of grateful weeping, tears of joy that you just couldn't hold back? It really piqued my interest. Unfortunately for you I don't have an answer.
BUT...
I do know what grace looks like. Grace takes the form of a cross. No..I take that back. Grace takes the form of a man:
Beautiful and Wise
Loving and Humorous
Tenacious and Comforting
Pure and Holy
And that man was nailed to a cross.
Grace.

I was listening to Phil Wickham.
Big surprise I know.
His song "Home" came upon my Ipod (Gershwin) and the lyrics spoke to me, nothing new there, but they spoke to me in a completely different way. Here is a taste of the lyrics:

I know You've heard this all before
When I'm down and crying on the floor
Saying I want You and nothing more

But I'm breaking in my heart tonight
I've tried to stand I've tried to fight
But I cannot see without Your light
No I cannot breathe without You

I cannot count how many times I've done this. Falling before my Adonai, a broken-hearted fool, and praying, nay crying; telling Him that he is all I want and nothing more.
And He comes to me every single time.
Grace.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me...

Here is Phil's song. I swear I will put more music on here besides Phil Wickham. The video is kinda loud, so you may want to turn down your volume. I didn't know that when I was at Panera and my earphones blasted it....so be grateful for the warning ;)




Here is his story behind "Home" which I stumbled across in finding the video above. I absolutely love it...