|Christ of Maryknoll by Robert Lentz|
The first line struck me differently today than the many other times I've sung it. I pictured the words as "What wondrous love is this, oh my soul?" with the question mark at the end, as if the writer/singer is speaking to her own soul, asking the soul to wonder with her about that wondrous love.
It made me think again about the soul and it being a part of me, but somehow not in me, in Christ instead. I wrote before of that concept. Today, I keep thinking about talking to my own soul, having a conversation about the wondrous love of Jesus, or who knows what else. (I'm not even going to think about the meta-ness of me talking to my own soul -- whatever).
Another hymn that comes to mind is "And Can It Be." That, too, I can think of as a conversation with my soul. "Soul, can it be that I should gain an interest in the Savior's blood? Me, who caused his pain? Me, who pursued him to his death?"
What wondrous, amazing love, indeed.