A Love Poem

Before the very dawn of time,
Before the earth was round;
Before there was a sight to see,
Or what we know as sound...

God formed you then, within His mind,
With expertise and care;
He planned each detail in advance,
He numbered every hair.

He picked your very temperament,
He planned your every day;
He knew exactly what you'd do
And just what you would say.

He chose you then to be His own,
To live with Him on high;
He wrote you on His very palms,
The apple of His eye.

He made you gifts to pleasure you,
To brighten up your eyes;
He made the earth, He made the sea,
He made the endless skies.

To bring you joy, He made the birds,
To see you smile, the flowers;
To comfort you when things go wrong
He made the springtime showers.

He gave His angels a command
To guard in all you do;
Because you're precious in His sight
He did all this for you.

And when He saw you steeped in sin,
With love personified
He cloaked Himself in human flesh,
Came down to earth, and died.

With His own blood He paid the price,
He washed your sins away;
With love so great it conquered death,
He rose on the third day.

And now He sits upon His throne
In Heaven up above;
He's waiting there to hold you close,
And all because of Love!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Herein is love,
not that we loved God,
but that He loved us,
and sent His Son
to be the propitiation
for our sins."
(I John 4:10 KJV)

[ by: Connie Hinnen Cook (cjcook@mynewroads.com) -- from Connie Hinnen Cook ]