The
thing that I find
so hard to believe
Is the vastness of
Your love for me
Extravagant seems
somehow insufficient
to describe the gift
of Your abiding Presence
When I was lost
You conspired to find me
When I was in mourning
You comforted my tears
When I was angry
You carried my curses
When I was lonely
You conversed with me in silence
When I was broken
You collected my scattered pieces
And when it coincided with Your perfect
sense of time and purpose,
You carefully reconstructed me in the
depths…..
From the desert lands
Of dry bones and dust,
You crushed your alabaster jar
And anointed me
with the precious nard
of your mercy and grace.
Like a river flowing freely
from a wellspring never ending,
has been your infinite tenderness
to this daughter of Job.
No stone has been left unturned
in the work of your restitution;
You have washed clean my feet with Your tears
and dried them with Your hair.
Though I had no strength to cry out to You,
You interpreted the groanings of my heart.
Though incapable of articulating my need,
You have read every nuance within me
and have patiently given that which I had
no words to articulate.
What kind of Love is this I marvel?
The answer is simply: Undeserved.