how beautiful

In church yesterday, this song by Twila Paris ministered so deeply to me.

I have had some things I've been asking of the Lord for the past year.  And through the words of this song, which references in part Isaiah 52:7, and speaks God's Word so beautifully, the Holy Spirit settled in me some things.

And reminded me why.


How beautiful the hands that served
The wine and the bread and the sons of the earth
How beautiful the feet that walked
The long dusty roads and the hill to the cross

How beautiful, how beautiful
How beautiful is the body of Christ

How beautiful the heart that bled
That took all my sin and bore it instead
How beautiful the tender eyes
That chose to forgive and never despise

How beautiful, how beautiful
How beautiful is the body of Christ

And as He laid down His life
We offer this sacrifice
That we will live just as he died
Willing to pay the price
Willing to pay the price

How beautiful the radiant bride
Who waits for her groom with His light in her eyes
How beautiful when humble hearts give
The fruit of pure lives so that others may live

How beautiful, how beautiful
How beautiful is the body of Christ

How beautiful the feet that bring
The sound of good news and the love of the King
How beautiful the hands that serve
The wine and the bread and the sons of the earth

How beautiful, how beautiful
How beautiful is the body of Christ


Why we are called, that there is a price, that God measures in His own economy and it is pure and right and true.

And that when I line our choices up to Him, what is foolish to the world just might be pure genius to the Lord.

Thankful for the sweetness of remembering why.

And the goodness of doing it in the name of the One and Only.