"Lord," I said, "How do you love me?"
The Lord said to me,
"How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways...
Each tear that fell,
each drop of blood,
each sorrow borne,
each stripe I took.
Let me count the ways."
He looked me in the eye...
"Each star you see,
each breath you take,
each wonder of nature,
each day of your life,
Let me count the ways."
He took me by the hand...
"Each healing miracle,
each feeling of joy,
each pain lifted,
each coming of hope.
Let me count the ways."
He showed me His wounds...
"Each scar I bear,
each day since I rose,
each moment on the cross,
each minute of eternity.
Let me count the ways."
He took me in His arms...
Each time it comes out right,
when you don't have to fight.
Each time you feel alone,
and I welcome you back home.
My child, how do I love thee?
I know, you count the ways."
For all who read this, this is something I wrote during a time in my life when I leaned heavily upon the love of my Lord and Savior. While that could easily describe pretty much all the times in my life, this was a time when He allowed me to find these words. For me, they are an expression of His love and compassion toward all of us. I hope that in some way, you will feel His love as you read the words, accept them in the spirit in which they are written, and that you are able to feel, in some small way, what I felt as these words came into my heart. I know of my love for my Savior and I know of His love for me and for each of my kindred brothers and sisters who live, have lived, and will live. May His love find a place in your heart.
