With arms held high, she reached for God. With eyes closed tight, she entered the throne room of Heaven. Her shallow face, unable to hide years of heartache and sorrow, glowed with a radiance of one in His presence. Her body, feeble and weak from years of mistreatment and abuse, stood strong and bold as she poured out her adoration.
Somehow, I felt strangely out of place; as though I was intruding on a sacred moment, a communion of two hearts. One who loved from her soul, the other the Lover of her soul.
As we sang, she cried; tears flowing from her eyes as praise flowed from her heart. The song continued:
What's going on inside me?
I despise my own behaviour.
This only serves to confirm my suspicion
I'm still a man in need of a Saviour.
The sinner in me could not longer deny this truth either. My own tears now streamed down my face as I, too, proclaimed, "This is MY song, too. That's me. That's all of us. We are ALL sinners."
She stood beside me as we worshipped our Lord. I didn't know her. She didn't know me.
Two different lives. Two different stories.
Two sinners. Both in need of a Saviour.
Two sinners. Both saved by His Grace.
[Heartprints of God]