Mary And Jesus Poem by connie crane

He loved me with an amazing love.
My words fall so short of expressing,
What I mean by amazing.
Every time He held me,
I died and was reborn.

Every time He told me He loved me,
My heart would come up in my throat,
Blocking all the words that would not come out.
When He looked at me,
My eyes would suddenly fill with tears,
For the joy I felt to see such love coming in my direction.
His love was the love of Perfection.

His kingdom may not have been of this world,
But He was definitely the king of my heart.
When He touched me,
Liquid fire would enter my being,
As waves of peace washed over me.
Love was my sunshine and my rain,
My food and drink,
My night and day.

When I was in His arms,
Hope became my state of being.
My one constant desire,
Was to always be with Him.

When we were together,
I could sit looking at Him,
And listen to Him talk for hours.
His words, seasoned with love,
Were the food my soul devoured.
I can’t explain how simple his thoughts were.
How I had never heard them,
Yet, already knew them.

I don’t know if I liked being with Him,
Because of what He said,
Or if I like what He said because I liked being with Him.
What I do know….. was that He was ALIVE.
His words were ALIVE,
And when I was with Him so was I!

He was a man like no man I have ever known.
He shuffled barefoot in the dust,
Yet He spoke of His Father’s throne.
I washed His feet.
Then, He washed mine.
He was not clothed in purple,
Or clothes that were fine.

He was clothed in righteousness.
His cloak was humility.
I thought Him beautiful, desirable, unbelievably kind.
Gentle, with a sweetness,
That endeared my heart to Him forever.

He loved Me with an amazing Love.
Every time He held me,
I died and was reborn.