Surveying, wondering, unloading what is it that makes me love you so deeply, desperately recklessly.
As I put the pieces of my life together a form takes shape
one that I am not worthy of, the instrument of shame that Christ sanctified so long ago
humiliation filling the heart as I surveyed the words that constituted my existence
crimson flow tinting my face as I see the the cross and the God-man who was in love with me enough to paste upon himself all my inadequacy, failure, sickness and ache
my love dose not lie at a vacant cross but it has resurrected with the one who clothes me in His righteousness
and i know that I love Him because He first loved me (1John4:19)
Happy Valentines Day!!!