Tell me the story of Jesus. Write on my heart every word.

This song isn’t my favorite—the melody mostly—but I loved this line when I sang it on Sunday morning. Write on my heart. I think of someone tattooing the story of Jesus onto my flesh—onto my physical, beating heart.

I once saw a girl with an anatomical heart tattooed across her chest. It was beautiful. I think of that when I think of wearing Jesus, being Jesus—that girl with her inside heart painted onto her outside flesh.