Thursday, May 1, 2008

How He Loves

He is jealous for me.
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree.
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
And 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.

And, oh, how he loves us so,
Oh how he loves us,
How he loves us so.

Yeah, he loves us,
Oh how he loves us,
Oh how he loves us,
Oh how he loves.

We are his portion and he is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking.
So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And the heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don't have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way

He loves us,
Oh how he loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how he loves.

-John Mark McMillan

5 comments:

rachel said...

amen

Blythe said...

so good. that song gets me every time... what perspective!

Jason Pauli said...

I say it few and far between, but I totally dig that song.

Martina said...

It's the only worship song I know of that refers to a "sloppy wet kiss." Lots of great metaphors though.

Kaitis28 said...

I don't think I know that song. Have to give you a disclaimer about Baby Mama: it's hilarious but of course there are the usual Hollywood things thrown in there, I'm sure you know what I'm sayin'.