Rocked

Got rocked today in worship. Literally...not trying to be cheesy. I was going about my pleasant worship time, holding (restraining) my bouncing, clapping, kicking baby and swaying to the music. We sang 3-4 songs, and then the team closed with this arrangement of a classic hymn, Rock of Ages.

I can't describe it any way but that the Lord was speaking directly to me through this song. I mean, I was singing it (well, the first verse anyway) but I felt so completely wrapped up...so sheltered, so loved, so hidden in Him that I couldn't even utter the words. It was like my heart was singing but I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't verbally express myself. Hasn't happened to me in a loooong time.

The lyrics of this hymn are SO powerful. So intense to me this morning that by the fourth verse, I was sobbing. Just as I was about to remove my O.C. self from the public, however, I was saved by my eldest, who (of course) got his foot/leg/shoe stuck in the seat behind him and couldn't move.

As not to induce a 3.9 year old's panic attack, the shoe was removed, and we needed to put it back on right there. Needless to say, I had to pull myself back together. Bennett was snoozing away, a pile of mush in my arms by this point...and I was a strugglin'! Thankfully, one of my girlfriends saw my distress and reached over from the row behind me, helping Cam with his shoe and receiving an inappropriately loud "THANK YOU" from him. :) I had to laugh at my situation while I wiped the tears and flowing mascara from my face.

I wasn't going to blog today, but I just had to share the lyrics to the song. Please listen to it...I mean...enjoy the music...but listen to the words. So true and powerful. Verse three is what really gets me time and again. Hope this beautiful, timeless hymn blesses someone else as much as it did me today!

Rock of Ages

Augustus M. Toplady, 1776

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee;

Let the water and the blood,

From thy wounded side which flowed,

Be of sin the double cure,

Save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labor of my hands

Can fulfill thy law's demands;

Could my zeal no respite know,

Could my tears forever flow?

All for sin could not atone,

Thou must save and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to the cross I cling;

Naked, come to Thee for dress,

Helpless, look to Thee for grace;

Foul I to the fountain fly,

Wash me Savior or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyes shall close in death,

When I rise to worlds unknown,

And behold Thee on Thy throne,

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee.