WHAT LOVE IS THIS?

What love is this

When a bird falls in love with a fish 
Where do they live ?
How do they exist without either of them having to die? 
You are beautiful
But I am an unwritten word ceasing to exist
I am a mere thought but you are mindful
Of exactly how I would come to be.

But it was only when I understood that it is I who had to die daily. 
As I decreased,  you increased in me. 
But still Lord, I couldn't help but think 
That You&I have always been yoked unequally. 
For, in that place of bones. Yes that dry valley. 
it was Your hand that carried me
And set me down in the midst of that dry valley.

Your Holy & High & without blemish hand
Had held a lowly;  made-from-dirt person like me.
Even the angels stood in wonder as I was created
As you moulded me with the dust of the Earth
And gave a life giving kiss... to dirt. 

I don't know bout you but
WHAT LOVE IS THIS?

Sometimes I feed on fear 
Instead of boldness and bravery
I run towards the mark 
Instead of the mark STRETCHING me.
I am everything that is timid
To be honest I am often terrified of being myself
And all that I could ever be.

But you see,  saint Paul is the epitome of goodness
And just like him I WANT TO BOAST IN MY WEAKNESS. 
And having said not even half of it,
You still manage to let out the words: "I LOVE YOU" ? 
WHAT LOVE IS THIS?

I mean this is the scene where the bride
Confesses all she's done and her faithlessness
And the groom does nothing but run for his life 
with teary eyes and hopelessness. 
But I thank heavens that Jesus is not that type of a guy. 
So you give me each day 
As though a clean page 
But here's the catch. 
I get to live to ink and not to erase.

But by human nature, 
My pages are filled with tippex-markings  
And correctional pens 
And every futile effort I try make to makeup my pages
So that they seem without blemish.

Yeah that's what we humans  do
We fix the outside when it's the inside that needS fixing.

But what love is this ?
When in troubled days 
your love did not tap out
Because my existence is far too real than A mere thought of my existence,
So this love washed every staining sin
That OMO nor Sunlight could ever remove
Even when the devil LIED and said "think pink, think vanish!"
It was another deception yet proved.

But what love is this 
When in troubled days 
It Did not give up 
because when those nails went through those hands he imagined ME AND HIM walking down that street of gold.
But he said I'm not leaving anyone out. 
Even those who glorified temptation and blamed it on Nike for saying: "Just do It."

Yeah that's my generation...
The ones who defined themselves within the limits of Google
The ones when they've lost their way looked to Google maps for direction.
The ones who used Google translate when they didn't understand the language of heaven.

But I will tell you what this love is 
This love is patient and it is kind. 
It is not jealous nor conceited nor proud
A record of wrong only the devil wishes to find
and even if it wanted to 
It cannot give up
Just Like the efforts of thugs performing a tower heist
SO WHAT LOVE IS THIS?
It is JESUS CHRIST