You wonder how long my love will last? Find your answer on a splintered cross on a craggy hill.

That’s me you see up there, your maker, your God, nail-stabbed and bleeding. Covered in spit and sin-soaked.

That’s your sin I’m feeling. That’s your death I’m dying. That’s your resurrection I’m living. That’s how much I love your.

from In the Grip of Grace