Worship Song

Video: Love Came Down (Brian Johnson)

LoveCameDownThis song is a favorite, and it made the set list this weekend. I heard Kari Jobe’s performance first, but Brian Johnson’s arrangement has become sweet, sweet worship for me. Johnson recorded a new radio version; I happen to love this softer, marinating experience. Have you ever wanted to just sit in a song for a few loops? This is one of those for me. I hope you like it, too.

Love Came Down – Brian Johnson

Love came down and rescued me.
Love came down and set me free.
I am yours. I’m forever yours…

The sweet fragrance of grace wafts all around these rich lyrics, doesn’t it? Here we are, just a short time before we remember the beautiful Friday that changed everything. Hopefully, we’ll begin to turn increasingly softer hearts toward the sacrifice on the cross more regularly. We remember you, we whisper. After all, Christmas wasn’t that long ago.

Born an infant just like all of us, you “kept increasing in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and men” (Luke 2:52 NAS). Jesus, you were a man, but you were always more than a man. You were never just a man.

For in Him all the fullness of Deity dwells in bodily form. (Colossians 2:9)

May we never sink into confusion! You, Jesus, are God. And you love us (John 3:16). You love us that much!

Love came.

He had every holy right and the power to condemn. We are guilty under the law, and what we deserve is clear (Romans 6:23).

Love came—and hung on a tree.

And we heard about that kind of crazy love—love that sacrificed for others before they could know about it and before they would ever deserve it. “While we were still sinners” (Romans 5:8). We remember, we whisper again.

Love came on a rescue mission.

He offered a rescue. Whatever this life offers, he offered something different, something much greater. Something holy. And amazing! A whole other unimaginable lifetime with the one who lived to love us is waiting. Doesn’t that make you think? Jesus’ whole life was love—the ultimate sacrifice—just so his infinitely difficult rebels could be saved from horrible end and restored to their intended relationship.

Thank you, Love, we remember!

Talk it over with him. What happens when you sit with how Jesus feels about you? It can be a powerful thing to think about. Love and grace—they’ll move you.


Prayer Response:

Jesus, you came to rescue me. When I realize you lived your love for li’l old me, I begin to “get it,” and I want to live love, too! I only live it when I start to grasp how much you loved me. In this quiet moment (and frequently in the days yet to be written), show me just how you feel about me—the strength and depth of the love you have for me. Thank you for loving me! I love you.

Your Grace Finds Me ~ Matt Redman

Your Grace Finds Me, Matt Redman. (Album cover)

I’ve found a new favorite song. I need to share it with you because I think it might possibly be your new favorite song waiting to happen. (Projecting? Maybe…) You won’t find this new release on YouTube, except for some covers. I won’t post the links to those. Take time to find Matt Redman’s performance of Your Grace Finds Me.

A sure-fire way for a song to grab my attention is to use imagery and deep, penetrating truth in the lyrics. Sure, the musicality plays in big, but great music lacking meaningful depth in the words is a pool too shallow to dive in (for me).

The song is fabulously woven with images: the newborn cry, the light of sunrise, the shadows of this life…the mountain top, the everyday and mundane, in sorrow and dance…creation to the cross, the cross to eternity…a wedding day, weeping by the graveside, the breath we breathe…the same for rich and poor, saved and sinner, enough for us all…in the darkest night of the soul, in sweet songs of victory…breathing in grace and breathing out praise forever!  (Your Grace Finds Me, M. Redman)

“Grace! Your great grace! Such grace! Your grace finds me.”

I love the image contrasts painted in these lyrics! Do you find them both sweet and stark, too? In the beauty of the most colorful and amazing moments. In the dark, black-white-gray days that crawl by. His grace is there. It’s present. Our perception doesn’t determine the truth of grace. (I need that reminder today more than ever.)

Grace! Sweet smelling, fragrant grace. Breathing it in…

Dear Abba, grant me the gift of eyes to see your grace. This is a gray day with no glorious, colorful rising or setting of the sun in my place in the world. The news isn’t reporting the way I’d want to hear it. People are hurting today within 50 feet of me, in 50 states, in 196 countries. God, let me recognize grace and praise you for it.

Where have you seen grace today? Wouldn’t it be sweet to create a list below of the ways we’ve seen grace, cherish the moments, and celebrate together? Somehow, I find it sweeter to know the list would be infinite (if we could see that much detail).



Photo Credit: The album cover pictured on this post is not my own creation. All rights and props go to the artist/creator/copyrights holder.