To even think that my weak love could move your heart O God....
All it took was one weak glance to capture your attention and in the midst of my weakness I realize that you are ever before me. It is in my weakness that i realize my inablity to do anything outside of your presence. In this moment when the pressures of life surround, in the valley of decision you say live.... What am I to do with such love? I finally realize that it is the weakness of my eyes that fill you with great delight. It is when I am helpless gasping for air that you come and breathe life into my frail bones. What am I to do with such love? What is it about me that you should love me in such a way? Beautiful mercy..
