Owner of Your Love

      I was dwelling on God’s love for mankind, and then on the love he has shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Spirit, and those thoughts led me to write a blog on Love - (see next blog). It was while I was writing and rewriting this blog that I began to think about what it meant to be loved. To be loved by someone, according to true love as seen in the thirteenth chapter of Paul’s first letter to the Corinthian believers, has the weight of a true treasure we have been given possession of by the one that loved us. How much more so to be loved by the one that “is love”. The words came into my mind, and filled my heart with the assurance that God had made me “The Owner of His Love”.

       One evening these thoughts flooded my soul. I ripped off the back cover of a Sudoku book, found a pen and began to scratch the words into a poem. I placed the chicken scratch notes in my office and neglected them for a while, until I decided to type them into a document. I wrote and rewrote these words like a potter would work clay into a noticeable vessel. When I saw it complete it felt it more of a song then a poem, but I have not been able to get a tune or rhythm to match the phrasing. None the less I lift my song to the Lord, knowing he will hear the tune of my heart’s love for him.

 ~Owner of your Love~

 

Simple words... spoken with no feeling

Yet they tell of your great love for us.

 

Of all the words that this language offers,

The ones you used are "suffering and death"

                       

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How could one so holy and so pure,

Die for man, who mocked and disowned you.

 

Is it true, you gave so you could own us?

Is our love... a precious gift to have?

 

What I found completely astounds me.

You gave your all...

           So I could be...

                   The owner of your love.

 

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I have never been loved like you have loved.

In your eyes I see a passion that frees me.

 

You smile when you look upon me,

Flooding my world with your glorious light.

 

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How could one so holy and so pure,

Die for me, who mocked and disowned you.

 

Is it true, you gave that you could own me?

Is my love... a precious gift to have?

 

What I found completely astounds me.

You gave your all...

           Now I'm... The owner of your love.

 

~

 

I knew your heart the moment that I met you.

My heart was full of brokenness and sin,

Your love, the greatest of my treasure,

You keep in this broken earthen vessel.

 

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How could one so holy and so pure,

Die for me, who mocked and disowned you.

 

Is it true, you gave that you could own me?

Is my love... a precious gift to have?

 

What I found completely astounds me.

You gave your all...

           Now I'm... The owner of your love.

Mikeee ~ August 2020