Loving Him is like nothing on earth.
It is loving the forest and
loving the fire that devours it.
It is standing rejoicing in the sun,
and it is longing for the cold,
It is none of those things
and it is all of them.
He is too much, too many things
for loving Him to be put into words.
Look around and the world is singing,
telling of His touch, His voice, His call.
How could I not love Him?