Dear
God, there is no way
that I can match your love for me --
No way that my tears can fill
the cup of your suffering,
No way, that my sorrow can reach
the deep moaning of your heart,
No way that my pain can be great
enough to make yours cease.
Even the darkness of my cold heart
is no match to the black abyss
where you were cast
on that fateful day.
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The
wrenching of your soul
from top to bottom, my atonement,
and your flesh poured out upon
the sacred seat of mercy.
How can I stand here
when you have fallen
in my stead?
How I must love you --
but my own human heart
cannot fathom the scope
of your love for me.
My trembling lips
cannot speak of it
and my mind cannot
grasp its perfection! |
