Lost Love
Oh God, I cannot fathom or begin to comprehend how You can lose so many of the ones You love...for good. I am broken for You. How can You look into the eyes of the ones You suffered so greatly to save and see that they don't even recognize Your face? How can You, so eternally loving, stand being so falsely accused of cruelty and selfishness? You were crucified by the hands of men, and now crucified in the hearts of men.
Your lost love, the one whom You've thought and dreamt of before her time even began, the one in whom is all Your delight, the one for whom You gave it all...she has looked into Your tearful eyes while screaming, "Crucify! Crucify!" She has seen You, and despised You. She has broken Your heart. And You have let her.
I am grieving for Your lost love. So hopeless and broken...she's crying out for a savior, but she is too blind to see You. Yet she does see you, and in her pride she denies You. How can this be?? She holds the gaze of her Hero without the eyes to recognize His face. He cries out for her, but she has no ears to hear. She would prefer an eternity of damnation over living in Your presence forever...is there a greater insult? Is there a deeper offense?
Yet You stand there with arms open and offer forgiveness. There You remain calling out to her with the same outstretched arms that were nailed to a cross for her sake, and she spits in Your face! Still, You weep for her more than You weep for Yourself. You pray for her. You break for her. As she's walking away You even cry for her to come back because You know You will miss her beautiful face forever. More piercing than those nails, more humiliating than that crown of thorns, more hurtful than all of the lashes is her rejecting You afterall. And You watch her walk away from You into eternal despair, where it is too late to be saved...and soon she's gone from Your sight for good, but never from Your mind, and never from Your heart. The scars will forever remain deeper on the inside than on the outside. Though You've been forgotten by her, she will never be forgotten by You. She will remain Your saddest memory for all eternity.
Oh God, as Your once lost love now found, I plead for You and all the others, I beg You to open her eyes before she cannot come back! Scream louder for her! Send Your angels to stop her and bring her back! Don't let her leave You!
But He reminds me that this is love...this is love. To give yourself fully for another even when you get nothing back. To bless even when cursed in return. To love even when hated back. To remember even when forgotten. To offer yourself freely. Forever. Even if you would be rejected just as long as you stood there. To give your life for a friend in order to demonstrate your love for him and his value to you above all other motives.
When this kind of love is returned, oh the joy! And when it is rejected, oh...the pain. But it is worth it. It is worth it all.
And oh, the joy He and I share now that I have been found by Him, and He has been found by me! Now that I have seen I am responsible. To show this love to the blind, to speak this love to the deaf, and to share this love with the poor. I must follow the footsteps of my Savior and give my life to make this love known!
Is there a more worthy existence? Is there a deeper meaning to life? Is there a greater purpose for which I should give my life? To the one who answers no with me, may you be so blessed as to be first to die!
Your lost love, the one whom You've thought and dreamt of before her time even began, the one in whom is all Your delight, the one for whom You gave it all...she has looked into Your tearful eyes while screaming, "Crucify! Crucify!" She has seen You, and despised You. She has broken Your heart. And You have let her.
I am grieving for Your lost love. So hopeless and broken...she's crying out for a savior, but she is too blind to see You. Yet she does see you, and in her pride she denies You. How can this be?? She holds the gaze of her Hero without the eyes to recognize His face. He cries out for her, but she has no ears to hear. She would prefer an eternity of damnation over living in Your presence forever...is there a greater insult? Is there a deeper offense?
Yet You stand there with arms open and offer forgiveness. There You remain calling out to her with the same outstretched arms that were nailed to a cross for her sake, and she spits in Your face! Still, You weep for her more than You weep for Yourself. You pray for her. You break for her. As she's walking away You even cry for her to come back because You know You will miss her beautiful face forever. More piercing than those nails, more humiliating than that crown of thorns, more hurtful than all of the lashes is her rejecting You afterall. And You watch her walk away from You into eternal despair, where it is too late to be saved...and soon she's gone from Your sight for good, but never from Your mind, and never from Your heart. The scars will forever remain deeper on the inside than on the outside. Though You've been forgotten by her, she will never be forgotten by You. She will remain Your saddest memory for all eternity.
Oh God, as Your once lost love now found, I plead for You and all the others, I beg You to open her eyes before she cannot come back! Scream louder for her! Send Your angels to stop her and bring her back! Don't let her leave You!
But He reminds me that this is love...this is love. To give yourself fully for another even when you get nothing back. To bless even when cursed in return. To love even when hated back. To remember even when forgotten. To offer yourself freely. Forever. Even if you would be rejected just as long as you stood there. To give your life for a friend in order to demonstrate your love for him and his value to you above all other motives.
When this kind of love is returned, oh the joy! And when it is rejected, oh...the pain. But it is worth it. It is worth it all.
And oh, the joy He and I share now that I have been found by Him, and He has been found by me! Now that I have seen I am responsible. To show this love to the blind, to speak this love to the deaf, and to share this love with the poor. I must follow the footsteps of my Savior and give my life to make this love known!
Is there a more worthy existence? Is there a deeper meaning to life? Is there a greater purpose for which I should give my life? To the one who answers no with me, may you be so blessed as to be first to die!