Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long;
Perfect submission, perfect delight, visions of rapture now burst on my sight;angels descending, bring from above echoes of mercy, whispers of love.This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long;
Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Savior am happy and blest;watching and waiting, looking above, filled with his goodness, lost in His love.This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long.
I have had this song playing over and over in my head the last several days. It’s hope shaped lyrics challenge me… I have watched these last several months begin to shape and reshape many things in me. So many things that began to shape were not based on the same foundation as these lyrics. Certainly I have not faced greater despair than Franny who was blind from just after birth, fatherless from childhood, and lost her first and only child in infancy. Yet, her words speak nothing of despair. What she did not see in circumstances, she held with hope. We must live with the essence of these words echoing in our hearts.
- Oh what a happy soul I am,
- Although I cannot see;
- I am resolved that in this world
- Contented I will be.
- How many blessings I enjoy,
- That other people don’t;
- To weep and sigh because I’m blind,
- I cannot, and I won’t.”