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(From Collected Moments)
By: Sherry Davison
He is like a summer storm Coming out of nowhere Rushing through my heart Breaking it apart ~~~ He is like a whisper Floating past my ear Speaking love to me This One I hold so dear ~~~ He is like a bolt of fire That stabs me in the heart I struggle to deny it Yet He tears me apart ~~~ He is like a cool night Dark and still and deep Covering me in peace A blanket for my sleep ~~~ Yes I recall His ways How they make me feel Knowing I’m not worthy Yet… He loves me still ~~~ What kind of love is this That cuts so very deep Yet this same love repairs The damage when I weep ~~~ His love is true to me And it never fails Because of a sacrifice Made with three nails ~~~ One in each hand The other in his feet His side pierced also His death now complete ~~~ Scarcely can I comprehend The pain he must have known How could I have left Him To die there all alone ~~~ Now is it any wonder What kind of love is this His heart surely broken And yes I reminisce ~~~ Of how he showed to me His love so very true And even still today No matter what I do ~~~ The memories of His love Still whisper in my ear Though times He is distant He is always oh so near ~~~ In the early light of dawn I drink of love like this For no other in this world Like it does exist ~~~ I find my way to Him To take the love He holds From my One and Only The Lover of my soul ~~~ The passion of His love Pierces deep my soul With everlasting bliss That never does grow old ~~~ I look into His eyes Deeper still I dare Til all I can see Are treasures too rare ~~~ Nothing on this earth As beautiful can be Deeper still I stare Until heaven I can see ~~~ My heart racing wildly Breathing becomes deep As all of my burdens Pour right out of me ~~~ I shudder in submission At the fire in his eyes It burns straight through So that I despise ~~~ Anything not pure Anything but Him Anything not holy The world has grown dim ~~~ Then finally I can see A hand reach out to me He lifts me to my feet And declares that I am free ~~~ Free to be with Him The Lover of my soul The One that never leaves The One that makes me whole ~~~ And from my eyes Stream tears of joy Truly there is nothing This love to destroy. ~Amen~
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