You Are Loved, And There's Nothing You Can Do About It.

You are loved

At the height of your glory

And the depth of your despair

In the genesis of January

And the revelation of December

In the frigid winds of the winter

And the sweltering heat of the summer

Love remains

Constant in the compliments

And the criticisms

Of victory and defeat

You are loved

In the shadows of isolation

And the spotlight of the stage

In the hushed whispers

And the pointed fingers

In the ex-communication

And the communication with your ex

You are loved with a violent grace

Held by the inexplicable Spirit of God

In a seal of redemptive blood

Through a cross of screaming forgiveness

Across the street and around the world

In the eyes of neighbors and unmet strangers

You are loved, by a Power greater

Unpurchased and unearned

Love is the one constant

Through the surplus and the famine

For richer, for poorer

In sickness and in health

You are loved at birth, inhaling grace

You are loved at death, exhaling gratitude

There is nothing you can do about it.

Wealth and religion are irrelevant distractions

There is nowhere you can run from it.

As far as the east is from the west.

You can’t earn this love.

You can’t lose this love.

You are eternally secure, infinitely sealed

Cosmically held, and mysteriously adored

By a Heavenly Father who is waiting on tip toes

With binoculars at the end of the driveway