If I (can) speak in the tongues of men and
(even) of angels, but have not love (that reasoning, intentional, spiritual
devotion such as is inspired by God’s love for and in us), I am only a noisy
gong or a clanging cymbal. (1 Corinthians 13:1)
When I talk about the
love I have for God
I speak various words in
English
And sweet words in my
mother tongue
My heart is filled
with an indescribable longing
My eyes soften
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
And
then the tears spill down my face
My spirit becomes alert
Words are not enough
to describe how I truly feel
His love excites my
soul
And I sway in his love
His love is like a
warm blanket around me
For his love is so
pure and true
Many of us have a special way we feel
That unique feeling when
we worship God
That feeling of security
That feeling of divine love
It settles on the meek
like a sheet of cotton
And soothes all pains
His love surpasses all
It is patient
It is kind
It is divine
It is perfect
It is right
His love is pure and
sweet
His love is ever true
Oh! If only we could
comprehend
If only men could open
their mortal eyes to His divine love
See how much He loves
us all
We sin yet He loves us
The bling lifestyle of the world
pulls us away from him
Yet He waits on us
How much He has given
us…so so much
A supreme being that gave His only son to die...
...to die for us all
That is a God of integrity
and honor
A Being of supremacy
The God of all creation
A God with love so
true
He is My God
By Sylvia Chika
sylviachika@gmail.com
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