What does the Amazing Grace look like? The grace that was given to a wretch like me? Is it bright and pristine, like a perfect white coat of paint that covers up all of my pencil smudges and misprints? Is it a calming blue, washing over me like the waves wash over the sand, smoothing out the ridges and cracks over and over? Is it red, like the blood of sacrifice, the atonement for the sins of my black heart?

What does grace feel like? Is it warm, like a comforting blanket on a cold winter’s night, enveloping me despite all of my failures. Is it cool, like a fresh gust of wind on my weary frame, tired from running in the wrong direction? Is it the prickle of hay, filling up and spilling out of a manger? A manger that carries the very Grace that I need? Is it heavy and splintering, like the cross that was carried on the back of my Rescuer?

What does grace taste like? Is it sweet, like a favorite song rolling off my tongue? Is it salty, like a mother’s tears as she holds her Firstborn for the very first time? Is it bitter, like her grief as she watches her Firstborn die for a people who don’t seem to care?

What does grace smell like? Does it smell like a musty stable, woken up in the middle of the night to house a Savior? Does it smell dusty, like the winding path of a Minister that the world had waited for since it’s beginning? Does it smell like perfume, aided by the tears of repentance and worship?

And what does it sound like, this gift of grace? Does it sound like a beautiful song, the blending harmonies of my faith and His love for me? Does it sound like a mother calling to her children, “Time to come home! We’re waiting for you at the table!” Does it sound like the tiny cries of a Newborn among the din of the sheep, the donkeys, and the chickens? Does it sound like the pounding of nails and wood? Does it sound like a woman’s elated, shrill cries of “I have seen the Savior! He’s alive!”

“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.” Luke 2:11

Grace was born unto you. Yes, even you.

You may feel like the last person on earth that Grace came for. You may feel like you have been ungrateful, unloveable, and unwilling.

He was born unto you.

You may think you are too far gone, too stained with decisions and mistakes. You may think that you’ve turned Him away too many times in the past to receive Him now.

He was born unto you.

You may think you’re too poor, or too rich. You may think you are too busy, too old, or too young. But the time to act is now. Know this.

He was born unto you. You.

He waits for you. He calls to you. No longer the cry of a newborn, His voice will clearly cut to your soul. His voice will be bigger than your current commitments, your past mistakes, and your constant worries. No longer the hands of an infant, His hands will hold you, carry you, and sustain you. No longer the feet of a baby, His feet will walk with you wherever you go. He waits for you.

He was born unto you.

What are you going to do with Jesus?

Unto You words: Keith Hyatt   music: Paige Givens   copyright 2002

My wonderful friend Keith Hyatt wrote the beautiful words to this song. As you listen, know that no matter who you are, where you are, or what you’ve done, He came for you. What will you do with Him?

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