So, I have chosen this song, in honor of my mother. She was often critical of me, but I knew that she loved me. Was she able to look past all my mistakes, all my disobediences, all my faults, all the trouble that I somehow managed to get into, all the turmoil that I, myself, caused within my family? Was she able to look beyond the sometimes mean and hateful things that I said to her?
I often wondered about this. When I speak of my past to others, I have even had some say that they "were glad they weren't my mother".
But, she accepted me as I was, always believing that God would eventually come into my life and bring out the person that I was meant to be.
My only sorrow is that she did not live to see this occur in my life. I know that she can see me from Heaven though, and I'm sure she danced and sang with the angels the day I accepted Christ as my Savior.
So, Mom--this one is for you:
By: Charlotte Elliott
Just as I am, without one plea
But that thy blood was shed for me
And that thou bidd’st me come to thee
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just a I am; thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
