Weeks out, He lays the burden heavy and I choke back sobs at the magnitude of the task. I whimper in His lap, "I can not do it, I have not words to convey," and He waits quietly and I lay my head upon His chest and mutter and mumble, "I do not have the words, I can not possibly pen a piece about such an act as this. I have not words."
And yet, the burden lays heavy and with much prayer and tears a few words do come. And I tremble at the weight of this act of love, this laying down of life to satisfy His great love, for you, for me. Words ring hollow and type trite . . .
And I say again ~ it can not be done, certainly not by me, I can not properly pen this great love which you have shown to me.
And yet, the burden remains heavy.
I look at my boys . . . my beautiful boys and my heart quakes at the searing pain of such a great sacrifice. What have You done? What did You do for me? That day at Golgotha, what pain did You endure? My heart skips another beat, how can it be?
What Love is this that I have stumbled upon? Have you seen or heard of such a thing as this? I look to my right and to my left, I find nothing in this world that has a sliver of resemblance to act of love such as this.
My son flashes in front, laughing eyes and toothy grin, strong hands and a gentle heart, and my heart misses another beat. And I do not know and can not fathom such a sacrifice as this.
I know now that I can never properly pen this thing You have laid low, this thing which You have done but I will try and try and try and try . . . and then tomorrow I will try again.
What else is there for me to do?
And I will pen words on paper and write words on my heart and I will inscribe Your story on the storybook of our family and I will write of it into the days of my children's lives. And I will tell of this thing You have done in all that I do; I will tell of You today and tomorrow and all the tomorrows of beyond.
What else could I possibly do?
While I can never properly pen or possibly tell, I will glory in the privilege of my sad and sorry telling of such a marvelous tale of such a love as this.
Today, I race heavy under the weight of this, He has laid me low with the gravity of His great love.
Pray for me, please.
And yet, the burden lays heavy and with much prayer and tears a few words do come. And I tremble at the weight of this act of love, this laying down of life to satisfy His great love, for you, for me. Words ring hollow and type trite . . .
And I say again ~ it can not be done, certainly not by me, I can not properly pen this great love which you have shown to me.
And yet, the burden remains heavy.
I look at my boys . . . my beautiful boys and my heart quakes at the searing pain of such a great sacrifice. What have You done? What did You do for me? That day at Golgotha, what pain did You endure? My heart skips another beat, how can it be?
What Love is this that I have stumbled upon? Have you seen or heard of such a thing as this? I look to my right and to my left, I find nothing in this world that has a sliver of resemblance to act of love such as this.
My son flashes in front, laughing eyes and toothy grin, strong hands and a gentle heart, and my heart misses another beat. And I do not know and can not fathom such a sacrifice as this.
I know now that I can never properly pen this thing You have laid low, this thing which You have done but I will try and try and try and try . . . and then tomorrow I will try again.
What else is there for me to do?
And I will pen words on paper and write words on my heart and I will inscribe Your story on the storybook of our family and I will write of it into the days of my children's lives. And I will tell of this thing You have done in all that I do; I will tell of You today and tomorrow and all the tomorrows of beyond.
What else could I possibly do?
While I can never properly pen or possibly tell, I will glory in the privilege of my sad and sorry telling of such a marvelous tale of such a love as this.
Today, I race heavy under the weight of this, He has laid me low with the gravity of His great love.
Pray for me, please.
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