He is jealous for me, He loves like a hurricane, I am a tree. Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy. When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions, eclipsed by His glory, and I realize just how beautiful He is, and how great His affections are for me. We are His portion and He is our prize, drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes. If His grace is an ocean, we're all sinking.Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss and my heart turns violently inside of my chest. I don't have time to maintain these regrets, when I think about the way, oh the way, He loves us.
David Crowder
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