The love of God compels me
To keep hanging in,
Not to give up so easy,
And remember His own journey with agony.
He, too, walked a like of discomfort,
loss of loved ones and family.
He, too, knew the betrayal of church hurts,
And being accused of ungodliness.
The man born of a virgin,
To die for the sins of the world,
Is burdened for me,
And loves me in a way
I’ll never fully know.
But I know He loves me,
And that’s all I need to know.
The love of God compels me
To love.

11.10.19 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire