The Depth Of Love

Higher than the highest mountain;
deeper than the deepest sea;
water, from the purest fountain;
is God’s depth of love for me.

How can I, this great love, measure;
thru such jewels as rubies and gold;
to imagine such an endless treasure;
for mere trinkets; was willingly sold.

I bear such guilt for sorrow’s purchase;
for the Master paid the price;
I’ve borne my pride beneath the surface;
though, He’s the one, to sacrifice.

I’ve thoughtlessly lived a life he’s given;
as though it were worthless debris;
I pray my shortcomings, be forgiven;
so I might repay, his love decree.

Many, are opportunities, I’ve squandered;
not realizing what they would be;
all of my time, on earth,  I’ve wandered;
examining the gifts you gave me.

The gifts you’ve granted me to command;
are meant to be shared with my brothers;
but, I’ve been too selfish to understand;
your gifts of love were meant for all others.

My poetry is meant to carry your messages;
that’s why my gifts, you planned;
my awkward words;  merely your vestiges;
conveying your footprints of love in the sand.