Worthy of My Praise

He is jealous for me,

Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,

Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden,

I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,

And I realize just how beautiful You are,

And how great Your affections are for me.

We are His portion and He is our prize,

Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,

If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.

So Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,

And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,

I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,

When I think about, the way…

He loves us.

How He Loves Us. 

I was thinking I wanted to add my thoughts but these words are such a beautiful picture of my God.  There is nothing to add.  I want to be like Mary with these words and ponder them in my heart.  How He Loves Me.