Tell 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.”

I have sung this song my entire life, and every time I have thought of me. Tell me the story of Jesus’ birth, life, death and resurrection. But after my devotion today I realized that Fanny Crosby probably wasn’t talking about me the believer. Me is the unbeliever. There are people in our buildings, neighborhoods, cities who are crying out “Tell me the story of Jesus!!”
It took me almost 28 years to finally understand this wonderful hymn. At least I finally got it. Now lets see what I do with it.