His Love

I've begun to dislike "Amazing Grace" for the inference it has that I am a wretch.
It's kind of funny - strange that if I were to list my sins, there would be no question that a wretch is the least of the terms that would describe me.
But living there is not needful, warranted, or wise.
The love I live in now is unbelievable, rich, and precious.
It is undeserved, yes, from my perspective.
However from his perspective it's completely different.
He is devoted to me.
He will never ever, no matter what, give up on me.
His love for me supersedes time, space, actions, situations, attitudes, even feelings.
The connection - intimacy - we share is the deepest thing about me now.
It's more real than the air I breathe and more necessary.

I know beyond anything else that my heart belongs to him and that I am loved.

It's because of this that I cannot bear the identity of the wretch.
I am changed because of this love into the object of it.
I have no identity outside it.
I function because of it and live from it.
His love is my life.