I can’t get over what Jesus did. And at the same time I can’t get over the time that I wasted, the time that I just didn’t care. He forgives me, He’s forgiven me for five and a half years (five and a half years TODAY, I just realized), and I need to get over the wasted days.
I can’t get over that He bridged the gap.
Can’t get over all He’s done for me.
Can’t say “thank You” enough times for it to pacify me, even though I know thanking Him once and giving Him my life was enough for Him.
I can’t get over it.
but i wouldn’t believe Him, He did all that He could, i still would not believe Him.
i left His arms empty and tied, outstretched for me until He died.
and here i am alive, and i don’t have the right. and He gave me the right, costing Him His life, new mercies in the morning.
i believe, what if i believe You now? could it ever change this heart? forgive me, relieve me, please come back to life . . .
Jesus’ love changed this heart. Jesus’ love continues to change this heart.
And I can’t get over it.