Such eyes that see gold in the rough, I had known not of such love. Just as I was about to step off a cliff, a forehead kiss, brought me from a near-death dream to waking bliss. A match made on the cross.
What sacrifice was as excellent to offer, that would make the Father's fiery wrath an endless supply of gasoline without a lighter. His son, a lamb to the slaughter.
One who is King found it fit to take my place in hell's rafters, even before my birth, now I stand righteous without reproach, not a blemish right thereafter.
Who first saw me when I was formed, who breathe into my nostrils the breath of life, whose eternal eyes loved me the moment I knew me.
Whose heart felt butterflies when he saw me, who made His angels dance as he crafted me. Eternal eyes that knew me before I knew me.
Heavenly Father, Creator and Savior, Redeemer and Friend, Eternal eyes whose love knows no end.
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