The Love of God

The God's Love, is like a shining flame,

No earthly fire, can bear its name!

It warms the soul in darkest night,

And turns all the sorrow into light.

It flows like rivers through the land,

Invisible— yet to close at hand.

It sees the tears we don't or even cannot show,

And lifts the heart from depths of woe.

No crown nor gold can weigh its worth,

It breathes a new life in every single birth.

A whisper soft, a thunder loud,

It wraps the stars in a holy shroud.

It walks with beggars, kings, and slaves,

It frees the dead from deepest graves.

A light for those who’ve lost their way,

It paints the dawn in hues of a day.

When all the world forgets your name,

God’s love will ever stay the same!

It hears the prayers we dare not speak,

It holds the strong, and guards the weak.

Not bound by creed, or land, or time,

It sings in every sacred rhyme.

Through every faith, through every doubt,

It finds the soul and brings it come out.

The love of God is wide and deep,

It watches while we dream and sleep.

It is the truth the wise have sought,

It lives in every selfless thought.

It does not boast, it does not break,

It gives far more than it will take.

Its mercy flows in endless streams,

It mends the heart, it fuels our dreams.

It shines in children’s hopeful eyes,

And dances in the open skies.

It’s in the breeze, the sea, the stone—

It tells us we are not alone.

No sin can turn it cold or still,

No shadow bends its mighty will.

It lifts, it heals, it sets us free,

And shows us what we’re meant to be.

Empathetic, sweet, and kind,

It plants its garden in the mind.

With every smile, with every grace,

We glimpse God’s ever-loving face.

So let us love with love divine,

And drink the peace in sacred wine.

For all the joy and all that’s best

Is in God’s love—our truest rest.

I— as a human, tell you truth:

God's Love is a complex guth,

Be in love, with God at your best!

And no is left as cause of protest.