How can God love me this much
when my past is flawed and dirty,
when my faults bring filth and scorn?
When my head hangs low in disgrace
and my mind sees only thorns?
Can the mountains cry “He’s bigger?”
Can the mouse squeak, “Him I see?”
Is He monstrous, huge or minuscule
— or somewhere in between?
Can His love be therapeutic?
Bring new health to weary bones?
Will He help me when I’m tortured?
Can He hear my silent moans?
God’s love gushes like a fountain,
flows from depths I cannot see.
I may never comprehend it, but I gulp
– and I am free.
Written the day before NW Summit conference. God’s love overwhelms me sometimes and I cry to think how much I don’t deserve it. That’s when He reassures me of His love and joy comes to my heart.