His love for me
How can I describe it?
It is not a love borne out of helplessness
Or hopelessness and faithlessness
It is a love borne out of love
Before I knew him he knew me
Held me tight and never let go
Made me “His Delight”
Sometimes I don’t even return the love
And I feel a rotten inside
But he still cherishes me
I always have that special place
He always keeps that special spot
I am the apple of his eyes
He is my God, I am his Child.