How do I describe this God Who causes me to thirst for more of Him,
yet quenches me with Living Water that never runs dry?
How do I explain the hunger for more of Him,
even while I am feasting on the Bread of Life?
How can it be that it takes His love flowing to me, through me,
for me to even respond to Him with any sort of equally yoked kind of love?
Which came first, His pursuit of me, or mine of Him?
Surely, He sought me out first.
From the beginning,
from before the beginning,
before the foundations of the earth,
He had a plan to win me for His own.
It's a Divine Romance,
a dance above all other dances.
He pursues relentlessly,
me, too often, half-heartedly.
He mercifully, graciously, in kindness, in love,
let's me find out for myself,
that nothing else,
no one else,
like He does.
Then He whispers and He woos and He draws me close,
and I eat and I drink of Him,
of His love,
and I wonder at this wandering heart of mine.
This passionless pursuit of mine is only kindled into white-hot, all-consuming love
when He, Himself, blows on the flame.
It makes no sense, no sense at all,
that my weak attempts at love have captivated His great heart.
It makes no sense at all,
how He loves me.
But this I know,
I am His,
and He is mine,
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