"How He Loves" by John Mark McMillan
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the waves of his love and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am aware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And the heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don't have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…
He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us so
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My God is so good even when I'm not.
His heart is so warm when I am so cold.
His dreams are so wide when my vision is so narrow.
He stands in might, my refuge, my rock.
