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.
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…
He loves us……How He loves us……How He loves!
(Excerpted from How He Loves by John Mark McMillan)
It’s that big, fat, gibbous moon out there again tonight. I just can’t stay away from the windows. So I got out the tripod and I've been listening to the song above and shivering at an open window in a dark room of the house, shooting for the moon.
How He loves. How He loves us.
He scattered all those stars, drew the lines of the constellations, set the sun and then set the moon, whose light is only a reflection of the momentarily-out-of-sight sun. The moon – that midnight reminder that no matter how dark it is right now, the sun is on its way.
That’s just like God to put the moon up there in the darkness of the night.
Oh, how He loves!
Ambushed by God in the night hours,
Kimberly
"afflictions eclipsed by glory" This line has been a favorite since the first time I heard it.
ReplyDeleteOnly God, the eclipse maker, can do such a thing.
Love the picture.
Kathy