In the quiet of creation’s dawn,
Before the stars adorned the sky,
God breathed love into existence,
A melody that would never die.
Love isn’t just a fleeting touch,
A passing breeze or transient flame;
It’s the very essence of His being,
The heartbeat of His eternal name.
God’s love isn’t bound by time or space,
It stretches across the universe’s expanse,
Selfless, unconditional, and sacrificial,
A symphony played by heaven’s dance.
He wove love into the fabric of our souls,
Inscribed it on our hearts with tender care,
And when darkness threatened to consume,
He sent His Son—a love beyond compare.
Jesus, the Lamb, the atoning sacrifice,
Hung upon a rugged cross of pain,
His blood flowed, a crimson river of grace,
Redemption’s anthem echoing through the rain.
Through His wounds, forgiveness blossomed,
And love’s crescendo reached its peak,
For in that moment of selfless surrender,
He whispered, “Child, you are not weak.”
Our response echoes through the ages,
Gratitude rising like incense to the skies,
We seek to mirror His sacrificial love,
To live as vessels of His boundless prize.
Compassion, kindness, and forgiveness,
Notes in the symphony of grace we play,
When we love others, we harmonize,
God’s presence within us, night and day.
And as the Spirit’s transformative power descends,
We become instruments of love’s sweet refrain,
Acknowledging Jesus, the Son of God,
Our lives testify to truth—His eternal reign.
So let us sing this sacred song together,
Embodying love’s rhythm, grace, and light,
For God is love, and in His symphony,
We find our purpose, our joy, our flight.
Source:
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Published:
July 29, 2024, 5:37 AM
