Today marks the return of Music Mail Mondays: Lyrics that speak to me, delivered lovingly to you!
I love this old hymn, Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing. It's so heartfelt, and I love the imagery of it.
This whole stanza sticks out to me, I think because it is my own heart-cry. "Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love." Unlike in the play "Faustus", there is no point-of-no-return with God. He is always there to pull me up, as dirty and unworthy as I feel. It's never too late. That kind of grace and compassion alone fills me with peace and joy.
