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 realize just how beautiful you are, and how great your affections are for me.

Oh how he loves us.

We are his portion and he is our prize.  Drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes. If grace is an ocean we’re all sinking.  So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss and my heart burns violently inside of my chest.  I don’t have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way,

He loves us.