One beautiful summer evening as I was driving home from work, the inside of my vehicle became the meat in a twisted three car sandwich. The resulting brain damage left me often unable to understand simple language or know the names of my children.
A few months later, a tumor in my neck needed to be removed. The surgeon spent four hours to complete an estimated ninety minute surgical prodecure removing a fibrous growth wrapped around my vocal chords. I was told that the only side affect I might suffer as a result would be the inability to sing.
Fearful that I might never sing again, I bought an accompaniment tape of a medley including this song. I was drawn to the beautiful instrumental arrangement. Daily I would sing with this tape; soon for hours. I had to read the words… I was unable to understand or memorize them. The neurologist could not reassure me that I would ever recover.
Now, years later, I can truly say that everything I am and can do is a result of my precious Lord’s tenderness and mercy. He healed me and gave me back my life and my voice.
He also gave me this song so that I would always remember.
Just as I am without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee
O Lamb of God, I come
I come
Holy smokes! That is quite the ordeal! Isn’t it cool how God takes stuff like that and turns it into a blessing? I wish I would remember that more. BTW, I love that song.