If love is patient and love is kind
Then I’m certain that this love is not mine
It doesn’t envy, indeed doesn’t boast
But that’s the love I’ve lived the most
It is not proud, how could this be?
For love self-seeking has always sought me
It doesn’t envy, indeed doesn’t boast
But that’s the love I’ve lived the most
It is not proud, how could this be?
For love self-seeking has always sought me
It is not angered, nor records no wrong
Perhaps that’s why I still don’t belong
It delights not in evil, but only in truth
This love, it’s foreign since my youth
It protects, trusts, hopes, perseveres
Exposing depths, my heart's great fears
Perhaps that’s why I still don’t belong
It delights not in evil, but only in truth
This love, it’s foreign since my youth
It protects, trusts, hopes, perseveres
Exposing depths, my heart's great fears
So now what more does my heart say
To feel at times so far away
From love that’s mirrored of God’s own face
Accepting, humbled, His gift of grace
It is not earned, nor is it measured
But to know Him, my heart is tethered
I strain to raise my eyes off me
To feel at times so far away
From love that’s mirrored of God’s own face
Accepting, humbled, His gift of grace
It is not earned, nor is it measured
But to know Him, my heart is tethered
I strain to raise my eyes off me
To look upon ONE who truly sees
My limping life, so slowly has grown
A friend of God, I am fully known...
My limping life, so slowly has grown
A friend of God, I am fully known...
Now faith, hope, and love remain...
Yet love becomes, my greatest aim.
Yet love becomes, my greatest aim.
A poem that I heard from church on March 18th, 2017 from the preacher.
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