What makes me think
That my love . . .
My try harder,
Up and down,
Sometimes on,
And sometimes not,
Love is enough to change the world?
On some days it doesn’t even change the vibe in my own home.
God tells me His love in me changes everything.
I remember the story of the sorcerer who followed Philip (Acts 8:9-24)
A trickster hungry for new miracles, he tried to buy them.
But God’s love can’t be bought
Not with money,
Mission work,
Or martyrdom.
God gives His love away
So outrageously generous,
So politically incorrect,
So recklessly selfless;
It seems a scandalous act
To give us more love
Than we could give back.
But no,
I am the one who loves with scandalous reserve.
I am the one who measures
And calculates
And hoards.
When I realize that nothing I keep for myself
Will ever compare to the
Unfailing,
Unending,
Unselfish,
Unmeasured
Love from the One Who always has more to give;
Then, I am ready to be emptied
To be filled.
