Mine?

O dearest Lord, who am I to call You mine?

I am the lowest of low; I am dust. I do not even deserve for You to think on me, yet, it is Your thinking of me that keeps me in existence.

I do not deserve to be heard by You, but it is You Who are my ever-present Comforter. You allow me to pour out the trivial worries of my heart to You at any moment of the day.

I do not deserve for You to care so deeply about my soul. Who am I, that You want me with You for all eternity? That You would die for my cause and gently correct me in all my awful sins against You Who are all Goodness? You do not do so because You can gain from it, no, You guide me for my delight in You.

I do not deserve that You should do so much for me! 

Who am I, that the King of heaven and earth, splendor and glory, should have such a tender, intimate, passionate love for me? 

It is not because of me, my Lord. It is because of Who You are. 

It is Your great, selfless and most pure Love that allows me to converse with You, fall head over heels in love with You and to call You mine. Not just the King, the Lord and Judge; but my King, my Lord, my Love, Savior and Teacher.