It Was Love
God's love is not a soft sentiment, not a passing word or a fleeting glance.
It is love that carries weight, love that walked a road of suffering.
It was love that had a crown of thorns struck on his head, 7-inch nails driven through his hands and feet, and a spear pierced to his side.
It was love that bore God's wrath that was reserved for you and me. It was love that stood in the place of judgement where I should've been.
It was love that went the extra mile and got mocked, flogged, beaten, spit at, and cursed at.
This is the truth that his love is deeper than the ocean, love that went that extra mile to save the souls of man, love that had to endure so much agony.
Amen! To God be all glory, majesty, and honor!
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