Then sings my soul.

Then sings my soul, my savior God to thee. How great thou art.

So simple. How simple is it sometimes? You know, "God, my soul sings out to you because of How great you really are." But we, as humans, over-complicate it. With extra words. Unnecessary verbage. Useless banter.

Can we bring it back to the love of God? To the unfailing, uncomplicated, overflowing love He gives. The kind of love you only find in Him because we are incapable of loving like He does. To the point of death, on a cross, just for us.

It's ridiculous really. To comprehend His love for us. Without the law, without payment, without anything but us.

Oh my God. Thank you.