It took me time to realize what has been done for me in spite of my ignorance.
The love of Christ is more than words can convey.
The canvas of my life is painted by His hand.
The lessons of love are, at times thorns in my side, but having learned them the finger print of my maker is seen on the most delicate parts of my heart.
His spirit awakens my being, I yearn to be close to Him, to be at His feet singing praises and hymns.
The weight of His grace lift me up.
His mercy makes me tear, to know His life was given up freely to buy my freedom so I can dwell with Him in His kingdom.
His blessing top of the cake of true love that surrounds my every moment of life.
His love is given not made, and He gives to the ones who can’t love, that’s you and I.
We fail and fall, but His hand lifts us up again and again. He shows us the light when we open our eyes to the hopes and dreams we sometimes hide and push away in fear and sadness of the past.
He heals and peels back the layers of my heart that have so been calloused by this world to give me the fruit of the Holy Spirit, which shines bright in my heart to extinguish all darkness that comes my way.
With each layer of my heart pulled back I notice the love underneath, the soft love I was meant to have had. The love that continues to grow in me.
Looking back I ask for forgiveness for the mistakes I have made because of my blindness.
He showed me that life is precious and He is my one true love.
The way His hand guides me I can only stay close, because if I know I stray I will wander to my death, never to see light again.
His love is perfect and mine is not, but He lives through me and makes me His masterpiece in my weakness, which truly shows His faithfulness and grace.
In that He is my King, strong and powerful, never yielding because He reigns over all things.
And for this very reason I bow down to Him, praying His love shines through me.
I only wish for His will to be done, over and in all things.
Because of Him I see.