Beautiful, beautiful, Jesus is beautiful
And Jesus makes beautiful things of my life
Carefully, touching me
Causing my eyes to see
Jesus makes beautiful things of my life
I remember this song from my childhood. Though I haven’t heard it in years, I distinctly remember singing it to myself as a child, tears welling up in response to the most profound revelation I had ever had. Jesus is beautiful, and can make me beautiful as well.
Even now, after years of joy mixed woth sorrow, laughter mixed with tears, success mixed with failure, and satisfaction mixed with longing, this simple melody bring tears to my eyes. Jesus has made beautiful things of my life – I just sometimes forget that he has caused my eyes to see, and fail to look at what he has done in all of his perfect purity and splendor.
I think I just caught a glimpse though. As though the veil has fallen away for a fleeting moment in time. Yes…he is beautiful.