| When I think of Him, what He went through
 for everyone, not just me,
 I cry breathless.
 How He could do that,
how we are at all worthy
 to ever be so loved like that?
 I cry breathless.
  How can I pay Him back
though I know I can never,
 He gave His life so willingly.
 I cry breathless.
 He was hated and bullied,
spat upon and beaten near
 enough to so bloody a death.
 I cry breathless.
 All this to pay a price I
and my fellow humans
 rang up on the register.
 I cry breathless.
 Such pain for sins He
did not plan or commit,
 but in my place suffered.
 I cry breathless.
 I am told while He died
He thought of all of us,
 and love kept Him going.
 I cry breathless.
 I want to have protected
Him, but He didn't need it.
 He spoke for Himself silently.
 I cry breathless.
 I can't imagine any parent
watching their child suffer
 and then die, for any reason.
 I cry breathless.
 All this crying started when
I asked for Jesus' forgiveness
 and saw how much He loved me.
 I cry breathless.
 Now when I read His Word
I get to know Him even better
 and tears fall over and over again.
 I cry breathless.
 He loved us all so much,
He had so much compassion,
 He was nothing but godly good.
 I cry breathless.
 So many did not know how
truly blessed they were to live,
 to have shared space with Him.
 I cry breathless.
 They had such a treasure,
straight from Heaven He was,
 they just couldn't quite believe.
 I cry breathless.
 I cannot wrap my heart around
such love, I can scarcely grasp it,
 the blinding pain, the flooding emotion.
 I cry breathless.
 What do I do with it all?
From it, I cannot run, and
 faint, I just might. The best
 I can do is to let go and fall
 deep into the well of a love
 that has not a bottom at all.
 I cry breathless in His
breathlessness,
 not breaths He was trying to maintain,
 but breaths He was striving to give away.
 
 John 3:16-21
 *based on a Quora post by
"Jess," Nov. 21 |