love.

In an English Lit class that I was in last semester there was a poem that we studied by George Herbert that I think is absolutely wonderful. It really meant something to me as we were studying it. It has been on my mind since we read it in class (probably 2 months) and I just think that everyone should read I because I really think there is so much to be learned from it.

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.
"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made thy eyes but I?"
"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.

I think that they way it portrays our Savior is just perfect.
"Who made thy eyes but I?"
I love it.