Tell Me The Story Of Jesus

story-on-porchTell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels in chorus,
Sang as they welcomed His birth.
“Glory to God in the highest!
Peace and good tidings to earth.”
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.

Fasting alone in the desert,
Tell of the days that are past.
How for our sins He was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labor,
Tell of the sorrow He bore.
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected and poor.
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.

Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Writhing in anguish and pain.
Tell of the grave where they laid Him,
Tell how He liveth again.
Love in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see.
Stay, let me weep while you whisper,
Love paid the ransom for me.
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.

Words by Fanny Crosby, 1880
Music by John R. Sweney, 1880

 

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
Luke 2:8 – 14

Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, left the Jordan and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness, where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry.
Luke 4:1 – 2

When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left him until an opportune time.
Luke 4:13

“Jesus said to him, “The foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.”
Matthew 8:20

There they crucified him, and with him two others–one on each side and Jesus in the middle.
John 19:18

For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received, that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, and that He was buried, and that He was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures
1 Corinthians 15:3-4

 

One of the many fond memories I have of growing up was sitting around as my mother would read The Hardy Boys Mysteries. Now I love reading, but there is something about being told a story that makes it come to life.

Stories have been used for generations to teach lessons, to pass down history and to communicate truths. Why? Because they open up our minds. We are not bound by cold facts, but rather by facts that are living and exciting.

And so the words of Fanny Crosby ring true to each of us. “Tell me the story of Jesus.” But this is not simply a story to be entertained with, this is a story that she wants to be foundational for her life, so she declares, “write on my heart every word.”

She then goes on to lay out a simple creed, not unlike the apostles creed. She leads us from Christ birth, through His resurrection. To follow Christ, we need to know who he is. Crosby lays out the basic truths of who he is and what he has done. So I join with Fanny Crosby and so many others, with the words, “Tell me the story of Jesus.”

 

 

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