Your Amazing Love
Your amazing love...
Cannot fully be described.
Can never be fully comprehended on Earth.
Only still in your presence can I experience it.
Your love is visible...
In every detail of a butterflies wings.
In the changing leaves of a tree.
In the stars that twinkle and shine.
In the sun that warms my face.
Who is the God...
Whose presence fills the universe
but yet walks with me to calm the storm.
Who is this God...
That created the universe.
Who walks through the storehouses of snow,
and tells the lightening where to strike...
You are more powerful than I can possibly imagine,
but yet you call to me gently in a whisper.
Who is the God...
That hung every star and calls them by name,
yet knit every detail of me together and
considers me to be worth dying for.
This is a love...
That knows me fully, every fault, every mistake,
every hidden thing but yet finds me precious.
That delights in me.
That stands at the gate eagerly waiting
for me to come home.
This is a love...
That I want to understand.
That I want to experience the fullness of.
That I want to feel present every day of my life.
That is a love...
That chases after me.
That washes over me.
That completes me.
That drives me to my knees in awe and appreciation.
This is a love...
That saves me.
Fills me with joy.
Enables me to continue on when everything
in me cries out to give up.
That comforts me.
That encourages me.
This love is God...
He is my friend.
My husband.
My counselor.
My daddy.
He is my Jesus - my savior.
What kind of Love...
Creates me to love me and be part of His family,
and then allows me to decide if I want to love Him or not...
But loves me no matter what I decide.
What kind of Love...
Looks into the darkest part of my heart and still finds me acceptable?
What kind of Love...
Brings an all-powerful God from Heaven to Earth as a helpless little baby,
and grows into a man so that he can say, "I understands, I've been there"?
What kind of Love...
Would sacrifice all? Would give a son to be tortured, nailed to a tree and
die for me -
someone who may never appreciate or receive such an amazing gift.
What kind of Love...
Has a plan for my life?
Has given me gifts and talents despite my own shortcomings and faults?
Has forgiven me?
What kind of love is this...
I do not understand it but I know I want it.
I do not understand it but I know I need it.
I do not understand it but I know I don't want to live without it.
What kind of Love is this?
It's the Love of a Father - the Love of God -
God is this Love.
CJ Rapp
©September 14, 2005
All rights reserved
Your amazing love...
Cannot fully be described.
Can never be fully comprehended on Earth.
Only still in your presence can I experience it.
Your love is visible...
In every detail of a butterflies wings.
In the changing leaves of a tree.
In the stars that twinkle and shine.
In the sun that warms my face.
Who is the God...
Whose presence fills the universe
but yet walks with me to calm the storm.
Who is this God...
That created the universe.
Who walks through the storehouses of snow,
and tells the lightening where to strike...
You are more powerful than I can possibly imagine,
but yet you call to me gently in a whisper.
Who is the God...
That hung every star and calls them by name,
yet knit every detail of me together and
considers me to be worth dying for.
This is a love...
That knows me fully, every fault, every mistake,
every hidden thing but yet finds me precious.
That delights in me.
That stands at the gate eagerly waiting
for me to come home.
This is a love...
That I want to understand.
That I want to experience the fullness of.
That I want to feel present every day of my life.
That is a love...
That chases after me.
That washes over me.
That completes me.
That drives me to my knees in awe and appreciation.
This is a love...
That saves me.
Fills me with joy.
Enables me to continue on when everything
in me cries out to give up.
That comforts me.
That encourages me.
This love is God...
He is my friend.
My husband.
My counselor.
My daddy.
He is my Jesus - my savior.
What kind of Love...
Creates me to love me and be part of His family,
and then allows me to decide if I want to love Him or not...
But loves me no matter what I decide.
What kind of Love...
Looks into the darkest part of my heart and still finds me acceptable?
What kind of Love...
Brings an all-powerful God from Heaven to Earth as a helpless little baby,
and grows into a man so that he can say, "I understands, I've been there"?
What kind of Love...
Would sacrifice all? Would give a son to be tortured, nailed to a tree and
die for me -
someone who may never appreciate or receive such an amazing gift.
What kind of Love...
Has a plan for my life?
Has given me gifts and talents despite my own shortcomings and faults?
Has forgiven me?
What kind of love is this...
I do not understand it but I know I want it.
I do not understand it but I know I need it.
I do not understand it but I know I don't want to live without it.
What kind of Love is this?
It's the Love of a Father - the Love of God -
God is this Love.
CJ Rapp
©September 14, 2005
All rights reserved
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
 | |  | |  | |  | |  |
