I stand in awe circling the room Books on the shelves of every size and shape They go all around and into the heights of the room making the Library of Love’s landscape Ladders are not needed to reach the top, for this place is weightless and I can float and glide with my finger upon the spines And I’m hit with a tidal wave of love as I realize every book was written by One and for one. You would think these books were by many authors and I thought that each one was about a different person’s life But no. This library of love was all mine. And they were not books that I had written but books that He recorded of me from the moment I was conceived in His mind Books of how He knit me Books of how He made my hands and feet Books of how He was overcome at the sound my tiny heartbeat Books of every time I cried Books of every moment of my life Though I’ve forgotten so much, He is a Father that writes Books of Remembrance And these books reveal just how much He cherishes us And every love letter, every prayer, and psalm of the heart that we have written to Him - They are all etched into eternity with an engraving pen And He holds every word engraved by our hand And He clings to them I saw these golden words being gripped so tightly in His hands How He loves them and how He protects them and keeps them so that nothing can take them away. He desires words of love. He holds His hands out and asks that they be filled again and again- With our words of love dripping from our earthly pen. Because it satiates His heart and carries an eternal effect. When we see Him in that day, we will see the shining of our love from earth reflecting on display. We will not only see His love. But our love for Him will shine. And we will see how much He treasured our very little lives.
