“Something beautiful, something good – all my confusions, he understood. All I had to offer him was brokenness and strife – and he made something beautiful out of my life.”
That’s how I remember the chorus, anyway. It sounds rather twee now, and it would probably sound twee if we sang it in worship. Times change, and our song vocabulary changes. Some songs don’t stay in the register.
But at the time, this said it. This wasn’t a religious hymn, these were the words that said what had happened, and it was something we all sang that way. It was our experience, and that is what made it our song.
It was a thing of truth and beauty in our eyes at that time. Looking back, it recalls that truth.
John Wimber wrote a really simple song at that time. “Isn’t he beautiful.” And that was it. That worked for me too – it was simple and so so profound.
It takes an experience of forgiveness to appreciate that the cross is a thing of beauty. As a piece of jewellery, it is only a thing of beauty if worn on a person whose life is different because of Jesus.
Is there enough space and grace so that God’s beauty can be seen in you? In simplicity?