A Rhyming Word About Love

[Written 2-20-12, Anna Olson]

 

Love is what keeps me going when times get tough.

Love is what keeps a smile on my ace while going through the stuff.

Love is why I do what I do,

Love is why I’m me (not you).

 

Even if the world turns against me,

Even if I can’t hear or see,

I know that I am surrounded by love.

I know that it’s the pure stuff (from above).

 

God is my father, who calls me precious and adored;

Jesus is my lover, who waits with hugs galore.

The Spirit fills me up, giving me wisdom for truth.

You see how I am ever and always soothed.

You see why I always find my smile.

Loving us is just God’s style.

 

He really loves you, as well.

He loves you enough to save you from hell.

Though that is what we ALL deserve,

It’s what made him send his son (to serve)!

You see, Jesus died on the cross for our sins.

Every one of them, we can on the cross pin.

And because Jesus then rose from the grave,

He is victorious, and all us did save!

 

Are you feelin’ the love of God?

I’ll take a yay or nay, a shake or nod.

Because of his miracle, I cannot be silent!

All that the Lord did, all that it meant?

I cannot even imagine, or wrap my head around,

How to the blind he gave sight, or to the lost, he found!

How, when I deserve nothing at all,

He gave me a loving and saving call.

It was because I even answered,

That in my heart he now stirs!

 

Love is what keeps me going when times get tough.

Love is what puts a smile on my face while going through the stuff.

Love is why I do what I do.

And this love is legit—it is eternally true. 

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