Lost in Love

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back.  I felt the guilt of shame.  Love noticed my fear and doubts; not feeling worthy to be here.  Love said, "You are welcome here."  I the unkind, ungrateful, I cannot look on thee.  Love took my hand, and smiling said, "Who made the eyes but I?"  That is true Lord, but I have marred them, do with me what I deserve.  And not get to know you, says Love; it was I who bore the blame.  It was then I was lost in Love and sat at His feet, and said I will serve.

This translation of a poet in the 16th century says it all; Love came to me.  Jesus took my suffering on Him and felt my pain for me.  He called me out of death and into undeserved life.  I was under His wrath because of the sin in my life, now through His blood shed on the cross I am reconciled.  So lost in love for this priceless gift.

Through His Spirit He speaks to me, and my heart trembles at his words as He promises to watch over me.  My help comes from the Maker of heaven and earth.  Jesus said, "Do not be afraid of those who kill the body, fear him who after the killing of the body has power to throw you into hell."  But with Jesus as my Savior, I do not fear.  I put all my faith in my deliverer.

Know the Lord for all that you do from the least to the greatest.  I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.  It was Jesus who paid the price as He was crucified.  Love bore the blame for me.

Now there is one thing I ask of Jesus:  that I may dwell in His house all the days of my life to gaze upon His beauty and seek His face.  For in the day of trouble He will keep me safe in His arms.  Hold me Jesus.  Oh what Love He has for me:  He lives inside of me by His Spirit.  So I can reach for Him anytime.  All He did He did for me.  What a precious Savior, no wonder I'm so:

"Lost in Love"...

Translation of a poem by George Herbert   Big Daddy Weave   Psalm 27, 119, 121

Luke 12   Isaiah 35   David Crowder Band   Hebrews 8  Jeremy Riddle