The Name of Love

            His Name Is Love                6/20/98


Oh, how softly he comes
And the most beautiful thing I have to offer is a sad thing

Oh, how quietly he whispers
Now what can you say?
What can you say of the heart
That is filled with the weight and the wonder of that love?

There is nothing I would not do
Nothing I would not endure
Enfolded in that Love

Some say Love has many names
But I know that in the end many lovers become tears with no names.

There was only one.
When he saw me all caught in the clay his heart went out to me
And he set about to make me free

No heart of clay could free me.
He stood for me
With heart of gold
And when it came to the dying
He said simply, Here I Am.  I die first.
His choice untangled me from the clay.

Now I die every day, but my redeemer lives.
So I kneel
The arms of my soul all tangled in the wool of the Lamb

I was slain by Love
And Love lifted me.