How much
He loves me
He showed me a picture of bushels and bushels and bushels of apples they didn't stop coming they filled up the house
I asked him again how much how much he loved me
And there I was in a field running trying to find a hole somewhere in the ground in his love some hang up that might keep my out but the land the field kept rolling it never stopped and that was a picture of his great love for me
I asked him for another picture of his great love for me
And it was I basking in the ocean I could not see the shore the waves could have swallowed me whole yes this
This was a picture of his great love for me
And now I take him at his word
I hold him to it
I am so undeserving and yet his promise remains
I believe.
1 comment:
if love is an ocean we're all sinking.
I love this post. what a great reminder. thank you for the word pictures. I guess I don't think enough about how much He loves me for no reason, and even big at that.
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