Let me love you

He says, "Come to me, all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest."

Let me love you.

He brings freedom from the burden of sin, from the oppressive requirements of the Law, from the expectations of others.

Let me love you.

He sees all of us and still says, "I have chosen you. You are mine."

Let me love you.

Tears collect in his eyes as he watches us make bad choices and say stupid things, letting us have our way until we reach the inevitable dead end, never saying, "I told you so" but "Aah, here you are. I forgive you. Come."

Let me love you.

He hangs his head in sorrow as we reason away his existence and put ourselves in his rightful place.

Let me love you.

He stretches out his arms only to have those he longs to hold stubbornly walk by.

Let me love you.

He opens himself wide enough to be nailed to a cross.

Let me love you.

He dies every day for people who don't understand, who think they know better, who brush off his ultimate sacrifice as an irrelevant story.

Let me love you.

His scars prove there is more.

Let me love you.

His voice gently calls you.

Let me love you.

His grace says you are worthy.

Let me love you.

Let go.

Let me love you.








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