Nobody Like Yeshua

Author Dana Redricks April 2, 2024 In the garden of boundless grace, under heaven's embracing gaze, where whispers of mercy gently flow, and streams of compassion forever grows, lies a tale of love, so pure and true, a love that forever renews. Lord, I stand in awe of Your magnificent love, a love that descended from the realms above, willing to bear the weight, the pain, the strife, to lay down Your majestic, celestial life. For me, a soul so frail, so flawed, You chose to bear the cross, to endure the nails, the scorn, the loss, You, who command the stars and sea, Lord You cried for me, bled for me, died for me. In this world, where true love is so rare, and hearts are often filled with despair, seeking solace, seeking repair, no one can match the depth of Your divine embrace, You the One who knows every contour, every line of my face. Your love, a fortress, unyielding in its power, a refuge in my darkest night, in the most desolate hour, in Your arms, I find peace, I find rest, in Your heart, I am known, and I am truly blessed. Lord, You're the only one who truly understands, the only one Who sees the invisible, Who hears the unspoken demands, in Your gaze, I find acceptance, in Your smile, I find grace, in Your presence, a love that time, nor tide can ever erase, or cease to be. So, I sing of this love, so vast, so wide, a love for which You, Lord, were crucified, no greater affection have I ever known, than Yours, Oh Lord, for me, You have ceaselessly shown.