Just As I Am
24x30, 2002, oil on canvas.
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The painting ushers a repentant boy down the aisle of youthful transgressions. An intestinal maze frames the milky walls of the church sanctuary. The congregation mournfully sings as the boy's tibia desolidifies. Center stage, he is surrounded by sure-footed elders with medicinal administrations. Satan visits the church from a hellfire and brimstone sermon. Evil's actuality is much more attractive then this fanciful physiognomic that propels the boy's tribulations to the altar. Just As I Am Words: Charlotte Elliott, 1835 Music: William Batchelder Bradbury, 1849

Just As I Am
Words: Charlotte Elliott, 1835 Music: William Batchelder Bradbury, 1849
(Largo Tempo) Just as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Jut as I am, Thy love unknown Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, of that free love The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above, O Lamb of God, I come!