What can I say about a God who loves me?
How can I prove His sweetness for me?
Which words would do Him justice?
I’m scared to even try.
I know I’ll fall short.
But He meets my shabby effort with the mighty force of His glory.
I reach out my insignificant hand, and He grabs it with His majesty.
He pulls me into His constant joy, and I dance! – I dance! – I dance!
I’m surrounded by physical prison; my flesh locks me into ordinary.
But with God I run in a ray of beauty and lie down in a bed of peace.
My love is multiplied in my emptiness and I find safety in my fear.
God lifts high my brokenness and His light shines through my life.
I know I’ll fall short.
I’m scared to even try.
Which words would do Him justice?
How can I prove His sweetness for me?
What can I say about a God who loves me?
*Author’s note: I was doing my God-time, and God told me to write Him a poem. I didn’t know what I was going to write, except to share how much I am loved by my Creator. When I was finished writing, I centered the poem and a cross appeared. Isn’t God so wonderful? He reminds me all the time that I am loved. When I am obedient to His urging, He leads me right into His arms.
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