I don't know how He came to love me
Or how or why
Am I really that special?

I'm broken and battered
And torn and bruised
I ignore Him sometimes
And turn away
Try do things on my own

I'm not sure why He chose to let the world be broken
Freewill, I suppose
Without it, there is no love
For love depends on choice

But why did He let us choose?
Is love so important that He would be willing to suffer?
To watch us suffer, and give up the ability to make us do
Whatever He wanted us to do?

Is love really worth it?
Wait.
But He is love.

If He is love
And love means choice
And choice means
Sometimes
Not choosing
What He wants us to choose
Than maybe
There could be no other way

He couldn't have done things
Another way
Because
If He had
He would not be
Love

But because He is love
I am loved