The patient, unending, unswerving, tireless, relentless love of my God amazes me. Who am I to deserve such love? What have I done except prove myself unworthy of its outpouring. And yet, and yet, with a gentle and powerful force, my God sweeps into my life, silencing my cries of unworthiness with one nail-scarred hand and wiping away my tears with the other. And He whispers in my ear, “Stop talking. I love you.”
What love has settled within my soul,
And taken root within my heart.
To this love that will ne’er depart,
I now relinquish all control.
This love that gave its very life
To rescue me from my own death,
It has no height or width or depth,
And triumphs over every strife.
This love that loves in spite of me,
In spite of my own lack of love,
Is nonetheless capable of
Overcoming my depravity.
So now I’m called to love in return
This God whose love has rescued me.
And I’m called to love my enemies
With this same love I did not earn.
