He Loved Me First Poem by Maveriqué Richard

Would I have in flesh exist;
Nor my trespasses desist,
Could not sin my soul defeat,
If He had not loved me first?

For like clay and dust, I lay;
Barely, lowly, lifeless still,
Of no form, I then exist;
But for love, I had my breathe.

His hand had towered towards my being;
And with flesh He made me cloth,
Then, His son he gifted too,
'Cause He truly loved me first.

How much more of me to men?
If He truly had this much;
Should I not selflessly give,
That He gifted me for free?

So, today and forever, I pray;
From the deepest of my hearts,
To all men; the fair and dark,
Would I grant the Cupids gift.

May I be their eye's in dark;
And the arm that stretches forth,
May my love suffice to each,
'Cause He truly loved me first.