live for Your love. Your sweet breaths on my face in the morning, I

breathe for. Your strong arms that hold me until I drift asleep, I wait

for. My love, you have a voice like no other. When You speak, I

listen. When You call, I answer.

When I disappoint You, I hurt. When I hurt You, I see the

nails in Your wrists and in Your feet. I see the many open wounds on

your back from the beatings you took for me. My love, sometimes

when I think of you, I see myself there, at Calvary, watching. I see

the crown of thorns on your head and the blood streaming down your

face….down…down…down, into your eyes, then down your cheeks,

then down your neck. Shhhhh, and You never say a mumbling word.

I see my love on the cross, dying for me. Your body, bruised and

torn, blood poring in your eyes, they pierce you in the side.

I fall to my knees and worship you. I see you there at

Calvary. I see you dying there…for me. My love, you love me so

much so….so much so…that you died for me.

for me. I never have to wonder where you are, day or night. You, my

love, the lover of my soul, waits for me in your “secret place”. I

know that you’ll never cheat on me. You are alllllll mine! You have

put a song in my heart and it is You I sing for. I stand back, just as

you taught me to do, and wait for you to open doors for me. You

open doors that no man can close. As I walk through the door, I

pause for you to lead me safely along. I thank you for closing the

doors that no man can open. I press on ahead as you show me the

way.