He is jealous for me, loves like a hurricane, I am a tree. Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy. When all of a sudden I'm unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory, and I realize just how beautiful You are, and how great Your affections are for me. And, oh how He loves us so, oh, how we loves us, how He loves us all.
We are His portion and He is our prize, drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes. If grace is an ocean than we are all sinking.