Monday, June 6, 2011
How He Loves
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am the 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.
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all
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 a sloppy wet 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...
Well I thought about You the day Steven died,
And You met me between my breaking.
I know that I still love You, God, despite the agony
...They want to tell me You're cruel,
But if Stephen could sing, he'd say it's not true, cause...
He loves us.
john mark mcmillan