Hillsong UNITED - Jesus, I Adore You Lyrics

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I Adore - Hillsong Worship

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My hands look like a roadmap of places I never intended to go. The skin is thin, spotted with time, and the knuckles ache when the damp sets in. I was sitting here in the quiet, thumbing through a worn copy of the old Methodist hymnal, listening to Hillsong Worship’s "I Adore," and it struck me how differently these words land when the knees are too stiff to kneel for long.

"I open my life to You / Lord, I want to be pure."

When you’re young, that sounds like a checklist. You think it means cleaning up your act, scrubbing away the mistakes, making yourself presentable for the King. But after four decades of stumbling, "purity" doesn't feel like a clean slate anymore. It feels like transparency. It’s the terrifying realization that God already knows the rot in the floorboards and the dust under the rug. When I sing those words now, it isn't an offer of perfection. It’s an admission of failure. It’s saying, Lord, I have nothing left to hide because I have nothing left to prove. It’s the Psalm 139 prayer—Search me, O God, and know my heart—prayed by someone who is finally tired of pretending to be anything other than a beggar in need of mercy.

There is a line in the chorus that keeps rattling around my head: "You're closest to my heart than one could be."

I’ve buried friends. I’ve watched the people I loved most fade into the fog of dementia. I’ve known the kind of loneliness that settles in the marrow of your bones at three in the morning when the house is silent and the shadows are long. In those moments, human closeness is a fragile thing. A spouse dies, children move to the other side of the country, and friends become memories. We try so hard to anchor our identity in those we hold, but hands eventually slip.

To say He is closer than anyone else is a claim that has to survive the funeral service. Does it hold up when the casket is lowered? I think it does, but only because it’s a terrifying intimacy. If He truly knows me "through and through," then He knows the bitterness I’ve harbored and the doubts I’ve wrestled with in the dark. That kind of nearness isn't always comfortable. It’s refining. It’s the heat of the forge, not the warmth of a fireplace.

"I rest inside your arms / and I trust You to lead me on."

I’m at the stage of life where I don’t want to lead anymore. I’m exhausted by the steering. There is a strange peace in realizing that the path ahead isn't mine to map. I look at these lyrics and I wonder if the ones singing them in the bright stage lights know that "resting" often looks like total surrender. It looks like the end of your own resources. I don't know what tomorrow brings, or even if my strength will last until the sun rises, but the song settles in the quiet places. It’s not noise. It’s an anchor. And for today, that’s enough.