I am not fit for you, my Lord
My robes are tattered and torn.
My soul is tarnished with the grime of the world.
My eyes are drawn away from you.
My priorities are wrong.
I am not prepared for you, my Lord.
My heart fails to stay true.
My commitment, it burns and wanes.
And if my love were measured
it would come up short - against you.
But My Love - My Love is calling to me.
Rejoicing over me with song.
He knows my heart, and all about me.
He sees the glory in the dust.
He has loved me all along.
My Love, My Love is calling to me.
Who would we be without your love?
With your touch we learn who we already are.
For you transform clay pots into alabaster jars,
and water into wine.
I am beautiful to you Lord.
My raiment reflecting your light.
My soul is restored to honour you.
And in response to your love,
you become my delight.
I respond to you, my Lord.
As did Mary of Bethany, purfume poured;
Sister of Lazarus, and friend.
As Mary, the Mother in whom you were formed;
Mary Magdalene, for whom life was restored.
I am ready for you, my Lord,
to stand with your Church, as your Bride.
Yet even now I can be loved by you;
as daughter, sister, disciple,
friend of Christ.
I need not wait until you come in glory.
Your glory came to me.
In the form of a little babe,
who showed us the Father's heart;
and for whom I was made.
Ana Lisa de Jong
"We love because He first loved us."
1 John 4:19
"The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with his love,
He will rejoice over you with singing."
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