“He is jealous for me.
He loves like a hurricane, and I am a tree,
bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.
When all of the sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great Your affections are for me.”
We were singing this together on Sunday morning when the magnitude of the words we were putting to music seemed to flow across the room like a fine morning mist.
“Oh, how He loves us, oh
Oh how He loves us
How He loves us oh”
My seven-year old daughter, Zhenya, looked around the room and noticed the tears that had begun to sneak out of the corners of our eyes. She was alarmed.
“And we are His portion and He is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And Heaven meets Earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside my chest.
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about the way
That He loves us”
“Why is Miss Kim crying, Daddy?” (I quickly wiped my own eyes)
“Because…um….Zhen, do you know how much I love you?”
“Super-much!”
“I am crying because I know how much I love you, and how much more Jesus loves us.”
“oh, okay.”
“Oh, how He loves us, oh
Oh how He loves us
How He loves us, oh.”
(David Crowder Band)
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