Love Inexpressible.

From the beginning of time, before the world was created,  You are love.  Great is your love that I cannot be separated from it.

A love so great that it heals my broken heart,  a passionate love that sustains my walk, a fountain overflowing love that  overwhelms my curious mind.

A love so great,  that words cannot describe, each night and day, sunshine and dark clouds, Your love remains still.

A love so great,  that it never fades away. Such love when it reveals makes me fill so much alive as I am captivated by Your comforting Hands and Your warm embrace.

Though with the naked eyes,  your love is invisible, only felt deep within my heart, yet assuring as ever, more than the world ever know.

The sound of your love may not be heard, but reveals when the grace is given.

The eyes of your love may not be seen yet so bright,  that it brightens the darkness of my guilt.

The numbers of your love uncountable, yet so  much that it covers all multitude of my sins. The arms of Your love invisible,  yet so quick to embrace me tight and never to let me wonder.

For where and who shall I tell about Your love, who will sit and wait,  as I mumble words which I cannot utter, as I scramble thoughts which I cannot think of,  for Your love is never revealed by the naked eyes, or felt by the sound of love but rests only in my heart.

In my own ability.

I came to Him just as I am, now with the ability I was once given, just as I was in my own strength, though I feel the urge to do something for Him.
After all, He has pulled me from the evil path of the south, and placed me on the path that leads to life.
I urged for the benefits of what I can get, unlearned and feeling trustworthy, am just as I was.
He saw my motives and reasons, I saw His hand and only His provisions, He saw my nakedness, I saw only a system to follow, He saw my heart. "Is not to him that willeth, not to the swift my child", He whispered.
Then again I offered my self-motivation though unseasonably trained, I pressed further, pulling every ability that I can summon, still in my own strength.
My creativity and sound reasoning, I offered. Breaking every barrier, unclear of the path where it leads, as the further I ran seemed as though I am drifting further away from Him.  "My child, it is not to Him that runneth", He whispers. A slight tear, a weak vessel shattered, I am worn out, fallen down, broken. Yet His hands were still upon me. He pull me up and set me down on His lap. Again He whispers, "it is I that showeth mercy, just rest in Me".