GOD. IS. LOVE.

So vast is his love that the only possible release
Was the creation of its very object—you and me—humanity.
Pure beyond understanding, full beyond comprehension,
The emotion and feeling we know and have is but a cheap imitation.
Cleansing like the morning rain on a meadow in Spring,
God’s love washes our souls and offers us eternity.

GOD IS LOVE.

But to think that, like the meadow, God’s love is all beauty,
Is to ignore the thorns and weeds and what we’ve done with it.
For our sin is the murder of our love towards God,
And our rejection of him exists because we fell for the fraud.
We chose our own path as the roads of love and rebellion converged,
But still God points to the cross where love and sin re-merged.

GOD IS LOVE.

See, love needs an object if it’s really love at all.
And we were the focus eternal of God’s love—before and after the fall.
So living a sinless life so that we may not remain lifeless in sin,
Christ laid himself out on the cross and welcomed the nails in.

GOD IS LOVE.

While his heart was still, without a pulse beating,
The full force of his love for us was right there, waiting.
And on that 3rd fateful day love showed its true might,
For the stone rolled away and Christ emerged into the light.
And as he burst from the grave and looked to the sky above,
He must have smiled knowing the world would surely see now…

GOD IS LOVE.