I have discovered something surprising about myself. My love ofhymns. I am a causality of the something know now as "The Hymnal Wars." I can't say that I am truly justa victim. But I am thankful that now I can appreciate this:
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.
