That God should love me is more wonderful <br />Than that I so imperfectly love him. <br />My reason is mortality, and dim <br />Senses; his--oh, insupportable-- <br />Is that he sees me. Even when I pull <br />Dark thoughts about my head, each vein and limb <br />Delights him, though remembrance in him, grim <br />With my worst crimes, should prove me horrible. <br /> <br />And he has terrors that he can release. <br />But when he looks he loves me; which is why <br />I wonder; and my wonder must increase <br />Till more of it shall slay me. Yet I live, <br />I live; and he has never ceased to give <br />This glance at me that sweetens the whole sky.<br /><br />Mark Van Doren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-loves-me/
