Concord Of Love

He bears me up
With singular care;
He caresses my soul:
Stroking, ever so softly,
With the luxuriant, warm,
And inviting desires
Of His countenance:
Holding me gently,
Through the flowing surge
Of His astounding grace.

As I am drawn in,
Enjoying His embrace;
He sets His concord of love,
In order within me:
I am divested of all;
Entering freely; fully;
Into the marvelous designs
Of His divine righteousness;
That, above all else,
He may be glorified.