In today’s world, we’ve got all these misconceptions of a concept called love.
Yeah, love can be infatuation, I love you boy, I love you girl, all of the above.
But we so often miss, is the most important love: a love that I’d call, the Jesus’ love.
So this Jesus’ love, what is it, cause I’ve heard so much about it.
What is this love that so many talk about, but so little get?
This love just keeps on going, it never stops.
It’s the toughest thing on earth – it will anything cope.
If you will it’s bulletproof: not because bullets don’t get through-
But even after you’ve riddled it with bullets, it cries, “I love you.”
It never thinks about itself, but constantly looks for others.
It’s as it were your longsuffering mother, but so much tougher.
Even after you’ve long run away, for eons, it will be yearning,
Hoping that somehow somewhere, you will return one morning.
You wanna know what is the toughest thing on earth? It’s Jesus’ love.
Unstoppable, indestructible, never-ceasing: all of the above.
Jesus’ love: it never grows old. Jesus’ love: it will march in eternity
Jesus’ love: it’s the solution for this world – our remedy.
Jesus’ love tells people that there is a a way to paradise lost.
Jesus’ love puts others first no matter the cost.
Killing the bearer will never kill the force.
Lay my body on the floor, but it’ll still cry, Jesus loves you most.
Though soft, yet hard. Explosive yet channelled. Life-changing power.
When needed, it will reprove: but always there in our darkest hour.
We will carry this banner, through hail, rain, snow, bullets, and shine:
Lift it high for all to see: Jesus’ love – the saving kind.
It was this man, that his enemies did kill:
But only because of his love, that said, “Not my will.”
Jesus’ love: undefeated, impregnable.
Astounding, incredible, invincible.
Lord, help me live the Jesus’ love, to give others my all.
To take the time to do little things, to tell them that you still call.
Help me remember, why you came:
To tell me that paradise has been regained.
Help me become a walking bullet bag. Filled with shrapnel, yet alive still.
May I forget about myself, and cry, “Not my but thy will.”
When my heart is torn apart by those who misunderstand,
This love that has the power to change the falling course of man.
May my arms be open still, may they be like yours, reaching both ways.
No matter the damage I receive, may they never close, even after the darkest day.
Help me get a glimpse of this Jesus’ love, its awesomeness and its power.
Help me live this Jesus’ love every minute, every hour.
Story behind the poem:
1Co 13:4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
1Co 13:5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
1Co 13:6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
1Co 13:7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
1Co 13:8 Charity never faileth: . . . . .