Because You First Loved Me
You are the chorus in my song,
Your love sings to me all night long.
You treat me right, even when I treat you wrong.
You are the reason, in every season, that I write with all my might.
You are the poetry within my heart.
You know what I'll do before I even start.
You always draw near, for you can't stand for us to be apart.
You are the reason, in every season, that I write of this life-giving light.
You are mighty in the field, and defend me from my foes.
You are tender in the fold, and your passion to protect me always shows.
You know everything about me, from the number of hairs on my head to my ticklish toes.
You are the reason, in every season, that I write by faith and not by sight.
You have shown me a love that transforms me.
You have taught me of my inheritance and true identity.
You have blessed me with undeserved favor and abundant life for eternity.
You are the reason, in every season, that I write for justice and am willing to fight.
You are who you are and not who they said you were.
You are good, all the time, and of this you've made me sure.
You took my sin and my diseases—you died to become the cure.
You are the reason, in every season, that I write on a silent and holy night.
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