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[Apocalypse (Revelation) 8:13]

Thursday, December 1, 2016

The Depths of Your Love

The Depths of Your Love
By: Eric Gajewski
From the work, “Fortress of the Soul”

Romans 8:39  Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.  

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The depths of Your Love.  I pause to think. No, it must be much more than this.  If two hearts are to remain in sync.  The depths of Your Love. No man can truly process.  Why would You do as You have when I continually fail Thee.  No words can describe nor express.  Yet is Thee alone I seek now to possess.  The depths of Your Love.  Are found in those nails firmly pressed.  Which healed the hole in my own heart.  Erasing my eternal curse and replacing it with a blood-stained stamp labeled with heavens address.  The depths of Your Love.  It causes many a man to be counted a fool.  Turning from the world it is only by the Sacred Heart which I seek to be ruled.  The depths of Your Love. A Letter Written unending.  Starting in the cold of a manger entering into the cold of the hearts of many. O’ it is in Thy Fortress the Beloved is found up top in hearts ascending.  The depths of Your Love.  A Word whispering in the Wind.  Encouraging this nothing to move on granting an eagle his wings.  With Faith and Hope to fly upon and thy mercy to forgive my sins.  The depths of Your Love.  These changing seasons.  Purifying the dark illuminating with thy Light for no other reason.  Other than You simply Love.  Words fragmented.  Sentences shortened.  Because I am in awe of thy Holy Presence. 

The depths of Your Love.  Spark in me a new beginning.  With thy melody inwardly professing.  Perpetually singing.  The depths of Your Love.  What must I give up?  What must I return or sacrifice? Is it with the world I must cut ties?  With this self must I despise?  O’ I will for when I fail to realize that to obtain all I must lose all.  I then sit alone and call upon solitude and silence.  Then gaze deeply into Your Eyes.  Yea, I am satisfied.  The depths of Your Love.  Draw me unto thy field.  Let me lay carefree for the Light and Fire Ye yield.  Let me remain here awhile under the harmony of Your all-encompassing smile.  O’ The depths of Your Love.  Behold Thou art fair.  Your judgment is true wherein Your Heart I hide to keep away self’s ugly despair.  The depths of Your Love.  Your Passion’s Labor.  As You turn to me in delight handing over Thy Heart and ask me to give this Love unto neighbor.  The depths of Your Love. Thy Voice is tender and sweet.  Following thy footprints up this life’s mountain is Your sheep.  The depths of Your Love.  And even though I go to sleep alone.  Lonely I am not.  For You have made a home within my heart you are the King of my soul’s throne.  

The depths of Your Love.  A young rich man once came to me too.  Traveling from a far with sweat and blood.  He brought all the gifts the world could offer.  An ailing heart blindly pursuing.  Yet, I thought, what good is the gift if there is no ability to give them in Love?  And so I had to leave this man I once knew.  Whom I saw every night in the mirror only to find the “Gift of all gifts” that daily renews.  The depths of Your Love.  No fishermen could ever find.  Right?  That is why You first chose Peter.  Handing over to him in faiths confession the keys to the kingdom and thus the first Pope assigned.  The depths of Your Love.  Not even the night can claim victory.  For the full moon is always watching and is with us who goes by the name of Mary.  The depths of Your Love.  A Raging Fire.  An unapproachable Light.  For sinners Ye died O’ how thy Sacred Heart never tires.  The depths of Your Love.  A mere poem cannot calculate.  Your Saints inspire.  For in you I rise in the morn and by Your grace I retire until my eyes close very late.  And the moment the sinner cries out, “all within is getting drier”.  You hear Your Bride and by one sweet glance you turn to once again stoke this inward Fire.  All in Love’s Game.  O’ open my eyes with Your spittle help me to see.  For I cannot shake from my mind the terrible images of thy sufferings.  And what you were willing to do for me.  The depths of Your Love.  Call me higher asking me to stay true.  For in a world full of darkened hearts I know my heart is safe with you.  The depths of Your Love.  Call me to be wiser.  For wandering eyes never pleaseth.  That’s why an eagle stays fixated upon these skies.  Waiting for what is to come as Love’s sign is marked above. Redemption.  Forgive me my Lord when I do not often meditate upon the depths of your Love.