Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Jesus loves you,
Do you love Him too?
He lived, He died, He suffered so,
He gave, He chose to take our blow,
He tore the veil, He conquered death,
Did all this FOR ME He said.
Such a gift He gave all mankind,
But what do I give my Valentine?
He does not seek my roses red,
My heart IN FULL, He commands instead.
My heart in full? This cannot be . . .
How can I gather each shattered piece?
There are pieces sent in wicked words,
Pieces given to undeserved,
Pieces tarnished with unchecked pride,
Pieces burnt up in many lies,
Pieces I’m just reluctant to give,
And pieces buried deep in sins.
Do I dare gift this to my Valentine?
When He gifts me such love divine?
To give this would mean many tears,
My hurts, my shame, my wasted years.
Oh, how I’ve longed to LOVE HIM MORE!
Make Jesus bigger than just a chore.
He accepts this shattered mess?
He loves me in my BROKENNESS?
The softened soil of a broken heart
Is where He creates a work of art.
I humbly hand over my worthless gift,
He molds my pieces in mercy, ‘til they fit.
Held firm, forever, in the palm of His hand,
Made whole in forgiveness, forever I’ll stand.
His robe dipped in RED,
Mine is washed in WHITE,
For undeserved life!
For the believer everyday is Valentines,
Another chance to make sure He is GLORIFIED.