The Love of God

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

-Fredick M. Lehman, "The Love of God"


The words which beg to stumble from my lips are humbled. Let my words be few.

The love of God is something that I struggle to grasp. Oh conditional love, judgmental and unforgiving self--depart from me! The depravity of my heart and my inability to truly love often astonishes me. I fear, I fall.

Father,
I am at a loss for words. The deprivation of my soul blinds me. What am I that You are mindful of me? The love which has been extended me is beyond what I can comprehend. I cannot even bear the weight of the knowledge of my transgressions--how much more the understanding that I am truly loved, regardless? Wretched sinner that I am! Yet with gratitude and humility do I fall prostrate before Your sovereign throne of grace. I tremble as I ask that You break this stubborn heart of mine. May Your will be done now and forevermore.
Amen.