Jesus paid it all,
All to him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.Oh praise the One who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead.
One of the things that I am not known as is a ball of emotion, but this song wrecks me every time; and, honestly, I’m not sure why.
I don’t mean “I’m not sure why” because I disagree with it or because I don’t “get” the theological implications of the truth of this hymn/song. What I mean is that the truth of the stain of my sin and the costliness and effectiveness of Jesus’ payment doesn’t often hit me consciously. Why is it that this song brings it up? Why does that three-tone quarter-note progression consistently bring me to the point of real tears and help me really, really get it and own those things?
Despite it not being often conscious, I think I really do know the depth of my own sin. I know that it is all-encompassing. I know that I am constantly under its sway to abandon what I want to do and to pursue those things that bring rot to my heart. I also have experienced my inability to change myself. I struggle just to change my actions, to throw off the lies that I believe that hold me down, to press forward to own the strength that God has given to overpower my own faults – and I fail to do those things. And those things stain. They stain in a way that leaves a blot on my life – and my life is under a debt. The stain is like blood on a wedding dress, the debt is deeper and more life-destroying than a foreclosure on a dream house.
Yet, there is Someone who can clean it!
There is Someone who has paid it!
I was quite literally damned without it. I am quite literally helpless without His cleansing.
For this I am thankful – and that is why the tears come. Not out of the fear of what could have been – but out of gratitude of what has been done to save me from it.