The One I Love

October 21, 2006

If they were to say I was in love,
I’d say, “It’s true.”
If they were to say I talked about You,
I’d say, “It’s true.”
For every waking moment I’m thinking of You.
Thinking of how You set the stars in place
Thinking of the warmth of Your embrace
Thinking of how You love me more than I can know
Thinking of how You cleansed me white as snow
Thinking of how You love me even now
Thinking of You and daydreaming how
I might know You closer,
Be drawn to You more
Lord, I know You hear this,
And upon my record,
I pray that I draw closer
And seek the reward
Of just knowing You the only way I know how
By accepting Your love and thinking of You now.
Thinking of how You sent Your only Son
Thinking of how You knew it must be done
Thinking of how, while whipped and scorned,
You watched Your only Son,
Bloody and worn.
You watched as He carried His own cross
Watched Him as He fell amidst their scorn
Watched Him as they nailed Him to the cross
With thorns on His brow
Watched Him before they even knew,
With blood running down His cheeks and hands,
That there He was, the Son of Man
There He was, with shame and scorn;
The very sins of man had sent Him there:
The sins of you and the sins of I,
Nailed God’s only Son to the cross to die.
And I imagine, as a Father, with love in Your eyes,
You watched Your only Son, watched Him die.
Watched Him with tears dripping down Your face
If only they all saw these tears on Your face
The tears that fell from a Father that knew
He could do nothing but watch,
Watch them mock the King of the Jews.
“Come down from there!” they cried,
“If You are the Son of God”
But don’t You know, You could have stopped,
Could have stopped right there
And provided a lamb,
Like to Isaac, a son.
But You didn’t because You knew it must be,
Knew He had to die to set man free.
So You watched Him and You heard Him,
Heard Him cry out,
“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthan?”
(My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?)
Then He cried once more with His last breath
The Son of God had died at last.
Bloody and beaten, with lashes on His side,
They had crucified Him, innocent of crime
At the moment of His death the curtain tore in two
The law had been broken, the gap You knew
Separated us from You, before the lamb was slew.
When He said, “It is finished,”
The earth shook and quaked.
Were these Your tears, the clouds in the sky
The rocks that split, sorrows of Your eye?
Then they took the body, pierced His side,
Let the blood and water flow
Of a Son sent to die.
Then they took the body, wrapped it in cloth,
Lay the strips, along with aloes and myrrh,
And covered Him.
Three days later, just as He said,
A surprised Mary Magdalene found Him no longer dead.
“They have taken the Lord,”
She said and some more.
They came to the tomb and in awe
Stood there.
The body was gone, the strips lying there,
They believed what their Friend had said before.
Then He appeared to them, time and time again,
Until the time He had to leave them,
To be seated right there, at Your right hand,
My Savior, Messiah, Redeemer, and Friend.
That’s why I love You,
That’s why I say,
You are Jesus, risen from the grave!
It is because of You and who You are
That the scars on Your hands cleanse my heart.
Thank You Father, thank You Son, thank You Spirit,
For You are One.
The One I love, The One I adore,
The One who holds my very heart.