Oh, my Darling Jesus, I love You

love You, Lord.
I love how You look deep into my eyes
and see something of Yourself.

I love how You quieten my storms
and rebuke ill will around me.

When I’m burning with feverish
activity or sinking over my head
in hot water, I love how You take
my hand and lift me up to
breathe.

Each time I die
inside, You call me
forth by name
and bring me
into Your living light.

Oh, my Darling Jesus, I love
how much You love me –
love me – my Lord!

Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016

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