Lovesick for Jesus

To the love of my soul, the deep desire of my heart, I love you.

You come first.

I love you with all my being.

I love you with all my soul.

I love you with all my heart.

I love you with all my strength.

I love you with all my mind.

Unite my heart to love you even deeper.

Let it be whole only for you.

Give me understanding, that I may keep your law and observe it with my whole heart.

With all the desires of my heart, I love you. It's all about you. You're all together desirable. Oh Jesus, I love you. I am in love with you. I am lovesick.

My whole being is fixed on you. All I want is you. All my appetite is for you. My hunger and my thirst are after you. Kiss me with the kisses of your mouth. That is the most sweet.

Awake my conscious for your love. I long for more. For deeper love from you and for you.

Your love is creating a heart-burning in me. 

There is a longing in my heart for your presence. Come touch me with your glory. Let your fire burn in greater ways in my soul for you.

" What am I sick with love for? For the pearly gates?—No; but for the pearls that are in his wounds. What am I sick for? For the streets of gold?—No; but for his head which is as much fine gold. For the melody of the harps and angelic songs?—No, but for the melodious notes that come from his dear mouth. What am I sick for? For the nectar that angels drink?—No; but for the kisses of his lips. For the manna on which heavenly souls do feed?—No; but for himself, who is the meat and drink of his saints himself, himself—my soul pines to see him. Oh, what a heaven to gaze upon! What bliss to talk with the man, the God, crucified for me; to weep my heart out before him; to tell him how I love him, for he loved me and gave himself for me; to read my name written on his hands and on his side—yea, and to let him see that his name is written on my heart in indelible lines; to embrace him, oh! what an embrace when the creature shall embrace his God—to be for ever so close to him, that not a doubt, nor a fear, nor a wandering thought can come between my soul and him for ever—

"For ever to behold him shine,

For evermore to call him mine,

And see him still before me;

For ever on his face to gaze,

And meet his full assembled rays,

While all the Father he displays

To all the saints in glory." " -Spurgeon, Heavenly Love-sickness.