God is {{Not}} my Valentine

I serve a God of love,

I am His and He is mine,

He loves me extravagantly, this is true,

But He is not my Valentine.

I serve an awesome God,

He inspires awe and fear,

The mountains smoke, the earth shakes,

And men tremble when He is near.

My God's very nature demands reverence,

No half-hearted lip service will do,

Yet though He is so staggeringly holy,

He condescends to love me and you.

He showed this love at a powerful cost,

But how flippantly we take the sign;

And with what sort of ridiculous irreverence

Do I call this God my "Valentine"?

The fact that this mighty, awesome God

Is the Lover of my soul

Is beyond my finite comprehension;

Why should any other "love" be my goal?

I take this God at His mind-boggling word

Though I simply cannot understand

"I love you with a love that you don't deserve

And no one can snatch you from My hand."

This is what I choose to celebrate

On this day of romantic love;

The fact that I have this incredible Savior

Who's powerful love is more than enough.

So steal my heart, my soul's Desirer,

Make Yourself my only Love;

Cause me to be pure and blameless,

A holy handmaiden of the One above.

You know my desires inside and out;
Take over my mind anew.
Conquer my every affection,
Help me give them all to You.

You're not my "Valentine", this I know,

But my heart belongs to no other,

So satisfy the longings deep in my soul,

Never let me look to another.

written and posted by Lydia