This word has swirling around in my head for the past few days ever since I read the following story from this blog:
"Kids get grace... McRae, my youngest daughter, reminded me of this a few months ago. While we were leaving Chuck-e-Cheese, the only place she ever picks for our daddy/daughter dates, we heard a police siren... In the backseat, I heard McRae sigh and say, “Ohhhh, I love that sound.”
That’s a strange thing for a six year old to say, so I asked her why. Without missing a beat she said, 'Because that’s the sound of someone getting rescued.'"
That's the sound of someone getting rescued. Seriously. I never, ever thought of that. And yet, I know that everyone's been somewhere that their only hope is rescue.
And, I suppose, there's someone reading this who knows exactly what that feels like. I hope you'll listen to this song and know that it's true. God is here to rescue you.
Who, oh Lord, could save themselves,
Their own soul could heal?
Our shame was deeper than the sea
Your grace is deeper still
You alone can rescue, You alone can save
You alone can lift us from the grave
You came down to find us, led us out of death
To You alone belongs the highest praise
You, oh Lord, have made a way
The great divide You heal
For when our hearts were far away
Your love went further still
Yes, your love goes further still
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life