What is it?
It’s what keeps us alive, it gives us the will to be alive and the strength to do it
Blood pumping, lungs expanding, voice singing words of praise
These tasks so effortless
But so difficult without it
Being warm on a frigid day
Glowing when the clouds are continuous
Smiling when the world desolates
How does one do this?
How is it hope is so high while our world is scorched by terrorists, hate, pain, death, fear
Hot tears stain her face, crimson paints her skin, screams pierce the silence
Yet, what wakes her up with a smile?
Before she lay in ashes, but now
She is clothed in grace
This THING it’s so bright, warm, an overwhelming energy that fills the emptiest of rooms
What IS it
Is IT love?
Who is LOVE?
Who is so BEAUTIFUL to cover the marks of horrid things
So awesome that evil is NOTHING
Death has no bite
Because love is so abundant
an energy so immense no human could fully grasp
but
WHO is love?
GOD
Along with his SON so perfect, giving and LOVING
HE who lay down his life to give US a life of everlasting love
HE who forgives the unyielding horror of our world
It’s never giving up on the broken who curse thy name
That no matter how low we fall HE brings us from the rubble, pain and misfortune
THAT is why HE is LOVE
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