I Love You Lord

Some mornings the thoughts have a problem turning into type. The meditation of the heart just doesn’t materialize into words. And so, on those mornings, I often go back through my journal and read entries from previous years and let them be my food for thought in the morning. Such was the case this morning. Came across some musings from 2011. Re-running them this morning. True back then . . . true today.

January 14, 2011

Flashback . . . something I read this morning caused me to recall something that kind of overwhelmed me last night at music team practice. The first few words of Psalm 18 re-released a flood of feeling just as these same words had last night as we sang them over and over again trying to get a song right. Not complex words . . . not particularly theological terms . . . but words that ignite the heart.

We were working on the song “Saviour King” by Hillsong last night. It’s been a long time since we had done the song so it took a bit to get re-familiarized with it. And, we’re no Hillsong, and so it took a few run-throughs to get it packaged appropriately for the LTCC worship team. So, we ended up singing the song a few times . . . sometimes repeating it “from the top” . . . sometimes just going over the verse, or a chorus, or a bridge. And there were a couple of points in the song, chorus 1 and chorus 3, where, no matter how often I sang it, it stirred me from the inside out . . .

“We love You Lord, we worship You.
You are our God, You alone are good . . .
I love you Lord, I worship You.
Hope which was lost, Now stands renewed.”

Every time I sang “I love You, Lord”, I sang to the Lord, “I love you.”

For the believer, I don’t know how those words ever get tiresome . . . how they ever become “ho hum” . . . how they ever lose their meaning. What an awesome privilege to close our eyes . . . to tilt our heads heavenward . . . and sing . . . or whisper . . . or think . . . or shout, “I love You, Lord!”

I was once “dead in trespasses . . . following the course of this world and the ways of disobedience to God . . . living for the passions of the flesh . . . carrying out the desires of the body . . . by nature a child of wrath” (Eph. 2:1-3). There was a time when there was never a thought to acknowledge God much less think that I could, or that I would want to, tell Him that I love Him. Dead to the His love shown to me . . . dead to the life He sent His Son to secure for me . . . dead to any emotion that I might seek to return to Him.

“But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ — by grace you have been saved.”

(Ephesians 2:4-5 ESV)

I love Him . . . and never tire of saying “I love You, Lord” . . . because He first loved me (1John 4:19). While I was yet without ability or desire to know Him . . . while I was yet a sinner intent on occupying the throne of my life . . . while I was yet an enemy of God, lifting my ways above His . . . God showed His love in that He sent His Son to die for me (Rom. 5:1-10). God said, “I love you” first . . . He provided the means for reconciliation . . . He initiated the conversation . . . extended the invitation . . . patiently and persistently drew me to Himself . . . because, I believe, He too wanted to hear, “I love You, Lord.”

David wrote, “He brought me out into a broad place; He rescued me, because He delighted in me” (Ps. 18:19). Oh, to think that God delights in me. Not because of who I am . . . not because of what I’ve done (actually despite what I’ve done) . . . but solely because of who He is and what He has done and His immense love for a lost world . . . His eternal desire to have His creation hear, “I love you” . . . and to adopt them as His children that they might respond, “I love You too, Lord!”

I love You, Lord. Four words that I find are more felt then “tell’t” . . . more an emotion than just an articulation. Four words that never grow old . . . four words that grow with meaning the longer I know Him and the longer I try to serve Him. Four words that bring joy to my heart as I speak them, or sing them . . . four words that I think bring joy to the heart of God as well . . . to Him be glory . . .

“I love You, O LORD, my strength.
The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,
my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.”

(Psalm 18:1-2 ESV)

Because of grace. For His glory.

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