“Long lay the world, in sin and error pining, ‘til He appeared, and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.”
This is from another of my Christmas favorites, O Holy Night. There is so much in the song, but one tiny jewel of a phrase – “’til He appeared, and the soul felt its worth” – always grabs me. In that phrase I am reminded that my soul, every soul, has worth, and that that worth comes to be known, fully known, not simply by my/our own efforts, but through grace. Yet another reminder (I need them constantly) that it ain’t all about me.
It occurs to me... 