Is it possible
To put into words
My love for Yahshua?
Can any saint on this earth
Capture this love for Yah in mere syllables?
How can so great a thing ever be done?
But I will try!
Yes, I must try!
O, how my fingers yearn to express that which can find no expression! For the greatness of the Love Yah has placed within me!
Ho, everyone that thirsts! Come ye to the waters!
And he that has no money: come ye, buy, and eat!
Yea, come, buy wine and milk!
Without money and without price!
Like the fountain of sparks from a burning fire,
His Love leaps within me!
Like an eagle arcing through the heavens
His love lifts me ever closer toward Him!
Like a towering white cloud
Brilliant with the sun’s golden light
His Love, though majestic, dazzles and amazes!
Oh, but these petty descriptions still do not come close!
No, not close at all!
Whoever drinks of the water that Yahshua gives
SHALL NEVER THIRST AGAIN!
This water shall be a well of water springing, bursting, bubbling forth from within me!
Like the fingers of a master pianist
Laboring with intensity over the black and white keys
Crescendo! Allegro!
The music swells, the fingers, rapid with movement, go faster!
Oh, how Yah’s Love SPEEDS within me!
The shockwaves
of a supernova
The POWER of the shattered star!
Does not come close to describe the LOVE
He has placed within me!
As I write, I realize His Love is LOUD, soft, IMMENSE, ever delicate, lightning fast, yet eternally solid, likes waves, billowing waves, taking me out to a sea that cannot drown, but only fills me with life
It is with such sweet anguish, I write
Anguish over not having the words to describe His Love
But, oh so sweet is this Love that even now courses through me!
And the Spirit and the Bride say, Come! And let him that hears say, Come! And let him that is athirst come! And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely!
This PRICELESS love, grander than all earthly kings, costlier than all the treasured storehouses, more magnificent than the wealthiest ways of men . . . yet it is free! It is freely given! Oh, and somehow this paradox, makes Yah’s Love even more awe-inspiring, lifting His Love to even greater heights. How is this possible?
Oh, how His Love consumes me! Raging through me! Yet also quietly pouring in stillwater delight!
The Enemy hears Your Love as a cacophony, like a billion alarm bells!
Yet Your Love quiets the storm around me
Your Love is sweet, still and soft
Yet it thunders forth to create worlds, spin galaxies, unfurl the stars!
How can this Love be a blazing inferno, yet also a softly bubbling brook?
O, Yah! O, Yah!
I cannot, even with the gift of words you have given me, do justice to your most awesome Love!
So take this humble Psalm
Hold it close to Your bosom!
For it is all I can offer up
Though meager it is
And though it pales to even describe the faintest echo of what Your Love truly IS -- o, the Love of the GREAT I AM . . .
May it enfold within the hearts of my readers
Compelling them to push forth, ever push forth
Past the bracken waters of the world
And deeper into Your endless and infinite Presence!
O, Yahshua of Nazareth!
How great is Your Love!
