What Can I Say

What can I say about a God who loves me?

How can I prove His sweetness for me?

Which words would do Him justice?

I’m scared to even try.

I know I’ll fall short.

But He meets my shabby effort with the mighty force of His glory.

I reach out my insignificant hand, and He grabs it with His majesty.

He pulls me into His constant joy, and I dance! – I dance! – I dance!

I’m surrounded by physical prison; my flesh locks me into ordinary.

But with God I run in a ray of beauty and lie down in a bed of peace.

My love is multiplied in my emptiness and I find safety in my fear.

God lifts high my brokenness and His light shines through my life.

I know I’ll fall short.

I’m scared to even try.

Which words would do Him justice?

How can I prove His sweetness for me?

What can I say about a God who loves me?

*Author's note: I was doing my God-time, and God told me to write Him a poem. I didn't know what I was going to write, except to share how much I am loved by my Creator. When I was finished writing, I centered the poem and a cross appeared. Isn't God so wonderful? He reminds me all the time that I am loved. When I am obedient to His urging, He leads me right into His arms.