When I thought I was hopeless,
I found Jesus on the shore just before
morning preparing breakfast.
With some fishes and bread he invites me
to have breakfast with him,
my savior preparing a table for me- just
the two of us,
in the sea.
My savior so gentle and tender, so
forgiving,
after all that I have done and have not done.
Here he is dining with me.
Cannot my insecurities be washed away by such tenderness?
Cannot all my troubles vanish in an instant by such a show of
affection?
How can I not feel love when I am being
loved so wholeheartedly?
Is there anyone to compare with my God?
