Liable To Be Loved

He shows me His open hands,

The wounds do break my heart.

He shows me His thorn crown,

And my spirit wants to break apart

He shows me His side wound

And I agonize in my mind

But then He shows me His smile

And not a trace of sorrow, I find

I whisper – I’m not worth it

He proclaims that I am

I shout – I’m not worthy

He speaks that I am

I complain that I’m sinful

He says my sins are no more

I ask if He has ever NOT loved me

He says – NEVER BEFORE

He tells me that it’s paid –

Yes, the price of my freedom.

He tells me that they’re open –

Yes, the gates of His Kingdom

He tells me, that He suffered

Just so I can smile too

All of us truly, and yes - all of you

He then tells me of His promise

One made for ME and YOU:

That in the spring or summer

In the winter and the fall

I am LIABLE TO BE LOVED

And loved truly, by His All.

GLORY BE TO GOD