Not by works
Not by efforts
Not by credits
Neither even name
But by His love
How little do I know of this!
Knowledge of His love 
was but in the head
Understanding of His love 
was but mere written facts
Woe to me indeed for my sins
lost forever to His Kingdom
Yet forgotten not by Him 
who stretches first His loving arms

Sting of the night
Sorrows of my heart
Pain and tears of unending
How my spirit has fallen!
What of me is desirable?
What about me worthy of love?
Yet looking past my inquities
Seeing ahead the perfect me
He loves me all the same
Yesterday, now and forever.

Mark 1:11
"And a voice came from heaven:'You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased.'"


By Christin
Written on 30.10.98