Love

I am the thorn in Your crown
But You love me anyway
I am the sweat from Your brow
But You love me anyway
I am the nail in Your wrist
But You love me anyway
I am Judas’ kiss
But You love me anyway
See now, I am the man who yelled out from the crowd
For Your blood to be spilled on this earth shaking
ground
Yes then, I turned away with a smile on my face
With this sin in my heart tried to bury Your grace
And then alone in the night, I still called out for You
So ashamed of my life, my life, my life
But You love me anyway
It’s like nothing in life that I’ve ever known
Yes,You love me anyway
Oh Lord, how You love me
You love me, yes You love me
How You love me
How You love me
How You love me

This is one of my current favorite songs.   It replays in my mind again and again.  You see, when God looks at me He doesn't compare me to Joe Paterno or Lindsay Lohan.  He compares me to Himself.  And I don't ever measure up.  When pride rears it's ugly head, "God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble," (James 4:6), and He says I'm to "be completely humble and gentle." (Eph. 4:2).  I spend way too much time worrying, and I seem to wear it in my body, but God says, "Do not worry about anything but pray about everything."  (Phil. 4:6).  My mouth runs ahead of my self-control, and I say things I shouldn't.  I complain, gossip, lash out.  But God says, "Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouth, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their need that it may benefit those who listen." (Eph. 4:29)   I can't measure up.  I don't deserve this love.  I never will.  There's nothing I can do to be good enough, to earn this love that would give everything for me.  God didn't just love the world so much that He sent His only Son, He loved me and you and each and every person in the world so much.  Words can't describe how utterly grateful I am for this love.