God understands the heart of man.
I don't pretend to understand
Why God loves me, or even cares
Enough to smile on us.
We creep between our days
Our hearts, even kind,
Cannot imagine love so deep
That flows above our faults
And fills us, sprouting wings of hope
Attached upon our backs.
Smiling so innocent into deep crevasses
Healing all our desires
So the wounds of want leave us clean.
I look and seek the face of God
Surmise my life, breathe slowly,
Then shake my head in wonder
And gratitude
Who is God that He loves me?
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