This morning I stood in church holding my hymnal in my right hand, with a two year old boy standing beside me. He was standing on the pew, and my left arm was wrapped securely around his waist to keep him standing and not wiggling. He was belting out the song in his heart with as much gusto as he could muster. It sounded nothing like "I stand amazed." In his two little hands he held his very own hymnal. Upside down.
I glanced at the platform and caught the eye of my pastor husband. It was all we could do to keep the smiles on our faces and prevent them from frolicking down the center aisle.
"I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene, and wonder how He could love me, a sinner, condemned, unclean.
How marvelous! How wonderful! And my song shall ever be: How marvelous! How wonderful is my Saviour's love for me!
He took my sins and my sorrows, He made them His very own; He bore the burden to Calvary, and suffered and died alone."
How marvelous! How wonderful! This is my Jesus. I stand amazed.