A Poem by: Carole L. Haines
Leaning out my window, night sounds fill the air
Mountain breezes bless me and I am so aware that
I love you, God, I love you. What good gifts that You give
Cricket songs and farmland ponds, and happy children whims
I love you, God, I love you. Your grace, it knows no bounds
Your love searches our deepest fears and shame
It cleanses wounds, makes us whole again
Gazing at the sky with its random clouds and hidden stars
Moonlit fields and shadowlands remind me who You are
I love You, God, I love you. I know You loved me first
You fill me with such thankfulness and joy pours from my heart
It matters not that I’m understood or loved by someone else
For the God who made the Heavens, who hangs the Sun and Moon
The God who paints the Sunsets and sends rain from afar
The God who sings to children, and grow-ups with childlike hearts
The God who hangs Night’s curtains and leads forth its starry hosts
The God who kisses laughter, yet counts each tear I cry
This is the God who loves me; yes, I, insignificant I
whose love is written not is stars
but in a bloodstained wooden cross, a broken body and tear stained face
with hammer and nails as His tools of Grace
I love you, God, I love you; and with each remembering glance
of Calvary’s bloody battle cry, and Gethsemane’s piercing lance
You loved me most, and loved me first, You loved me to the death
You loved me to Resurrection, You loved me to New Birth
Your love is written on Human Hearts, and Your love was offered first
So I love You, God, I love You
You demonstrated Yours as You laid down Your life, once for all
I now offer mine in course. Lead on My God, Lead on
to people who need to hear
Of the God who cares, the God who calls
The God who loves us first
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