This house is echoing
With the sound of You knocking at the door
But with three locks
And the shades down
You are easy to ignore
I put You on like an old pair of shoes
I've put You off, but now I need You
Why, this love that never leaves me
Why are You holding me tonight
Can't deny this love that is given me
Why, this love will never leave
You're a good strategy when I need one
An angle when there is none
Like a doormat
That always says welcome
No matter how much dirt I rub on
But when I am tired and run through
Look over this hill, I'm running to You
'I'm not sure if I'll ever wrap my mind around those verses in Romans 8, "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God." What a breathtaking truth! No matter how human I am, or how many are against me, I'll never be severed from the love of God. "Why" is about those times when I ignore His love; either out of shame, stupidity or stubbornness. But when I've dwelt in the darkness of doubt for bit-when I've gone and made a mess of everything-something pulls me out of the pigsty of my rebelliousness and leads me home, where He waits. I think the thing that amazes me the most about Him is that He is never too big to save me or too holy to forgive me. God isn't a stern, hard man that has no room for grace. He knows well the depth of our humanity, but decides to be with us anyway. His love is too fierce; it just can't be taken away from us.' - Bethany Dillon
