It is unthinkable to consider
That I could really be loved
Just for who I am
This is a love too great
Too pure
Too perfect to fathom
It escapes comprehension
And is beyond understanding
Surely only I am aware
Of the soiled and sickly
State of my heart
If the unsearchable could be revealed
If the buried could be found
From me they would run
They would know the reason that I over-eat
And why I live so anxiously
They might trace the marks of the needles
To the marks of my heart
And understand why the streets have chosen me
They would know the reason that I strive
Or the reason I keep running to hide
Laid bare would be the fear I believed
Unloved and unlovable am I
Worthy to none
And from me they would flee
Wouldn't they?
For isn't this what they would see?
So how could there be
Such a love from One who could see
And yet remain with me
Can it be that for me He longs?
To hold me, and to know me?
It cannot be, can it?
Somewhere, such a fear
Lingered too in my heart
Neither thriving nor living
And yet not dying
Until He journeyed there me
Just as He longs to do with you
Taking my hand in His
He walked with me
Through darkness and death
Over hills and mountains we climbed
Through deep valleys
And cavernous depths
Until the source of my fear He revealed
Then grasping it in His hands
Right and left, and then his feet
He showed once more
That it was already put to death for me
And then I began to see
How great and deep
How true and perfect
Is the Father's love for me
And He who does see
To the depths of my heart
Causes me to consider
That I really am loved
Just for who I am
Ephesians 3:19...to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge,
that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.
