Jesus Paid It All

Growing up, there was an older woman in our church named Bessie Brower. Growing up an African American in Mississippi before moving to North Carolina in the 1960's; she saw her share of difficult times. Her voice was always stern to us kids on every day but Sunday. On Sunday, her voice was like one of God's angels sitting right behind me in the pew. Bessie passed away when I was a young boy somewhere around age 11, but her voice still comes to me when I hear one particular song. It happens to be one my favorite hymns; thanks to Bessie or just the Holy Spirit whispering this into my heart.

Jesus Paid It All (picture your own Bessie here; I'll picture mine)

I hear the Savior say
Thy strength indeed is small
Child of weakness....watch and pray
Find in me....thine all in all

Jesus paid it all
All to Him I owe
Sin hath left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone
Can change the leper's spots
And melt the heart of stone

Chorus

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calvary's Lamb

Chorus

And when before thy throne
I stand in Him complete
Jesus died my soul to save
My lips shall still repeat

Chorus


As a child who grew up in an old country church, I grew up on those old hymns. There's something to be said about country churches on Sunday mornings. You just seem to really feel complete and whole when you leave them. The mega-churches you see today, I know they are filled with Heavenly believers, but I just get lost trying to find the pews; I mean nice, comfortable seats. So, Kate and I attend one of those old country churches. We want Aaron to find his own Bessie Brower.