Lately, this song by The David Crowder Band has been stuck in my head, so I put a bit of it in my art journal.
How He Loves
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a
hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the
weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a
sudden,
I am unaware of
these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just
how beautiful You are,
And how great Your
affections are for me.
Oh how he loves,
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh! how He loves
us,
Oh! how He loves
us,
Oh! how He loves.
And we are His
portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption
by the grace in His eyes,
If His grace is an
ocean, we're all sinking.
And Heaven meets
earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns
violently inside of my chest,
I don't have time
to maintain these regrets,
When I think about,
the way...
Oh, how He loves us
oh,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all
How He loves
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh! how He loves
us,
Oh! how He loves
us,
Oh how He loves.
Oh what love
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh! how He loves
us,
Oh! how He loves
us,
Oh! how He loves us
so.