Who is this woman? Why would she love me?
The called are many, but the chosen few
who know her love love her. I love her, too.
I knew her love, and it could only be
the love of Jesus reaching out to me,
a kind of love so old, yet always new,
that it is like a love I always knew,
but love to learn again, that He loves me.
For she loves me, and I have heard that call,
a still, small voice which echoes in her own
and chooses me to be the one to fall
in love with her, though I am not alone
in thinking she would love me. Not at all.
But I know God, and God has always known.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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