Never did I think one could love me as he does. Never did I feel worthy, Never in my worldly world; This love that changes everything I had heard of him, this guy, a good one, you know. I sprinkled salt on the stories to see if they held true, I went along to listen to man and woman expound His words as if they were true I sat in the corner and spoke not one word, My smile etched in pain deterred all onlookers from coming near Year on year I sat silently with the good folk Tragedies came and went but they still went on And on and on About the good guy who loved them And they sang loud and waved arms in the air The guy never changed, he remained the same He good, he love, he mercy, he grace Yeah, I thought, from my quietness That all very nice for the nice folk But then one day my heart was strangely warmed Lightning struck and shards of bitterness flew Off my chest like bullets from an automatic Uzi My shoulders forever bent began to straighten Many times we had sung my chains fell off For me, without knowing what that meant But now the bondage marks began to fade I clawed to hold onto old and new I couldn’t… I wouldn’t… I couldn’t… Believe He loved me. Me, who had done more in his enemy’s name, Than most on the planet Me, the unwanted, un-needed, unloved one He, loved me? It took time; weeks and months went by I followed him; I heard what was said With new ears and a newer heart But years of self-sufficiency were hard to shift. What did he know of me, and my life? Revelation day, the day I truly believed The day I heard he loved me full stop. Period. Dead stop. Screeching halt. I fell to my knees in awestruck wonder If he could love one such as I Then surely I could love it too I saw the light, received my sight And I will bless his name forever No more angst, no more fear Because I am loved by the almighty one The alpha and omega has adopted me How cool is that! How freakin’ awesome I am no longer the me I used to be It is no longer me that lives But Jesus Christ lives in me And through him I love and am loved Theories come and go, Expressions are in fashion for a time But the timeless one does not change His language is the same as when it all began His love came down, expressed in human form His body died on the cross at Calvary But as the women cried – “He is risen” I proclaim with women throughout the age Our Lord, our King is risen indeed And he will come once more And there will be no more sorrow Only love, only love, only love will remain. I can… I will… I can… Believe, have faith, trust in – HE LOVES ME indeed.
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