I am His. Song of songs:2:16
You are mine, says my mother
Filled with love; I am there written all over
Filled with surity; Filled with compassion
No greater love than this feeling of wantedness
That a mother gives; that feeling of assurance
No greater love than what Amma can give.
You are mine, says my father
Filled with hardwork and toil; Drenched in sweat
Filled with unseen sacrifices
Rarely he expresses; but I know I'm in the center of his heart
Father's love difficult to engage.
No greater love than what Appa has.
You are mine, says my elder ones
Run to protect you when you are in trouble
Pick you up from danger, frail as they are
I am there for you! I will guide
I will show you the right path to walk; lest you get hurt
No greater love than Chechis and Chettans
You are mine says my beloved
In her youth; absolutely meaning it
Keeps you close to the bosom
You feel important, you feel significant
You would die for that love, isn't it?
No greater love than what my love shares.
You are mine, says my wife
And it is her heart all around it
My asset; my signet ring you are
The first time you get to hug each other
The world seemed to collapse
You are not two, but one.
You are mine, I tell my children
Meaning every bit of it - like Eve dancing
My very own DNA, my attributes, good or bad
I can see my reflection in you
I am proud of you, no matter what
No greater love than a parent's to their children.
Yet when you look to the core of these all
There are a lot of constraints and discrepancies
No amount of love is absolutely selfless, in the crux
There is self satisfaction or a peek to the future
A tinge. A tarnish if you look deep into it.
You may die for them; you may be absolutely selfless. I agree.
But nothing in comparison to Isa:43:1
I have called you by name. You are mine.
Isa:49:16 I have written your name in the palms of my hands
Where blood flows from the wounds continually
To cleanse you of your sins and present you before the Father
Imputing my righteousness to you.
I have forgiven everything you've done
Whether you have acknowledged it or not.
Whether you feel sorry for it or not.
You are now seated on the right side of the throne, along with me
All because I was mindful of you; while I was on the cross
I shed even the last drop of my blood, to redeem you.
You are mine; and I cannot afford to lose you
To the dark and fiery dungeons of hell
I want you to be with me for eternity
You had a beginning; yet no end in my kingdom
I have plans to prosper you
Plans to bring you a future and hope.
Being in my beloved's bosom, surpases all other loves
This Agape love is too good
That I can't believe it would be true
But the cross, the blood that drained out through it
The wounds, the scars are always afresh
It's always there to prove to me.
To prove to the world around
And loudly proclaim to the gates of hell, especially
That, THIS BARD IS HIS VERY OWN.
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ReplyDeleteThe beautiful love of our God
Delete“I shed even the last drop of my blood, to redeem you” Thank you Jesus
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