March, Looking for joy in Jesus! in March.

I stand amazed in the presence Of Jesus the Nazarene, And wonder how He could love me, A sinner, condemned, unclean.

Refrain:

How marvelous! how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: How marvelous! how wonderful Is my Saviour's love to me!

For me it was in the garden He prayed: "Not My will but Thine"; He had no tears for His own griefs, But sweatdrops of blood for mine.

He took my sins and my sorrows, He made them His very own; He bore the burden to Calvary, And suffered and died alone.

When with the ransomed in glory His face I at last shall see, 'Twill be my joy through the ages To sing of His love for me.

Sometimes a light does surprise the Christian as he sings. I saw today comfort in that the drops of grief were for me. I know that's true, but my sense of grief is all too often, in March for me. Thank God that He understands.