LOVE ME

But why? But how? How is it that he loves me? How is it that the King, the Creator, the Beautiful and the Mighty Has vowed to love and adore me? How can it be so? And I so dirty. . . I so unlovely. . . I so dark. And Him so pure. . . Him so Fair . . . Him so good . . . How is it so?

Jesus, I do not understand. Jesus, what have You done? It is too much. It is too great thing . . for one so undeserving. Yet even in this You delight. You love me in my weakness.

You love me in my helplessness. You do not ask me to be strong.You do not ask me to first be deserving. For I shall never deserve such a love. It is based not on my deserving. It is based not on my earnings.

All that I could ever do would never be enough. It would never cause my heart to be found worthy. You cause my attempts to be found empty and my striving to end dry.
For never will You love me for them. Your love for me is too rich and to great to be bought at so low a price.

It is a love I could never afford, nor am asked to pay a penny for. It is mine. Freely it is mine. Given as a free gift. What all the kings and princes of the world could not afford, You have handed to my little heart. What love is this, my Jesus, and why do You love me? Oh, why have You cast Your riches and Your wealth to such a soul as mine?

If I had the strength I would say, "Please . . . for justice's sake. . . love another." but I cannot say such words. A fool I would be to turn You away. Love me then oh Perfect King. Love the poor and dirty. love the one who cannot earn nor pay. Love the despised and rejected. Love one who can bring You nothing except the tears of a lovesick heart. Love me. For I cannot turn You away. I cannot deny such love. Love me then, my Jesus. As You have vowed, love and adore little me . . .

Dana Candler

Tears

Storms around me.... my heart is pulled from side to side. Small things seem big to my little heart. . . but I fix my eyes on You. Be my strength this night, Jesus. For you are my rock and my strong tower. You are my shelter and my hiding place. If you are for me, who can be against me? There is nothing. Neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing that shall be able to separate me from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus, our Lord (Romans 8:38. Nothing You have declared my heart Yours. Oh restful thought that my heart belongs to You. If God be jealous for my heart, who can stand in His way.

Jesus. . . one day soon.I will not remember these tears. This night will fade from memory and blend into a hundred other nights so similar. With it will fade the pain in my heart. But you will not forget. You will remember. Every tear has its own story with You. You keep each one in Your bottle. You know every thought and emotion that caused each one. Oh, who is He who loves me so by remembering forever each one of my tears? So tonight, though I cannot even say why I cry so, I offer each tear to You. For the bottle, Jesus. For the book. Keep them. Keep every one. And one day, tell me the story again.

By Dana Candler .....