Friday, 16 December 2016

I CANNOT TELL

I cannot tell how much my Saviour loves me -
Love led Him to the uttermost to save,
To bless, to heal, to ransom and to free me;
His love has set me free to be His slave.

I cannot tell how much the Shepherd loves me -
His way was far too hard, His woes too deep
For any other man to comprehend them;
But through them He secured me as His sheep.

I cannot tell how much the Bridegroom loves me
With love which longs to have me at His side;
He cherishes and nourishes me always
As I am part of His resplendent bride.

3 comments:

  1. 'Amen' to this lovely poem David.

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  2. Hi. Hope you're well. Happy Christmas!

    (Think the system is letting me enter comments again!)

    Blessed season to you.

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I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!