LOVE HAPPENS
( THIS IS A TYPE OF NEW TESTAMENT, "SONG OF SOLOMON".)
My Love,
what would happen were we to forget ourselves,
And show nothing but mercy, compassion and love to others?
Do you not think, My Love, that they would truly become
Our sisters and brothers, no matter their beautiful skin colors?
Oh, My
Love, we could absolutely allow our Lord to love
Them through us, for He is the One for Whom the angels sing,
The One for Whom the church bells ring, and all things
Hold together. Were it not for this Man, nothing would stand.
My Love,
He generates, within us, pure hearts and minds,
He is the only One Who can do such glorious kinds of loveliness,
By magnificently and sweetly doing such generous things for us,
There arises in our hearts an overwhelming desire to please Him.
A
desire, My Love, to give Glory unto Him, not to take glory
From Him, as most of us have tried to do, from time to time.
Sometimes, My Love, without realizing what we had done,
We had tried to steal Glory from the Loving Son.
He says; "My Glory will I not give to another." Isaiah 42:8
So, My
Love, let us love one another, as He asks.
Let us adore Him by doing His will, by going the extra mile.
Let us allow Him to Love through us, and use us as He so desires,
To ignite the Holy Fires within our hearts for Him.
My Love,
as we are so willing to be used by our Loving Savior,
He shall shower blessings upon those for whom we pray,
He shall Love people through us each day,
And, My Love, people need love more than food, often-times.
My Love,
if one is not loved, one will not live long upon this earth,
They find no reason to exist, they tend toward evil,
They find no God to worship, they think He truly is dead,
Because no human being has shown the Loving Mercy of God.
My Love,
The Risen Son of the Living God lives in our hearts,
Jesus died on the Cross to take away Sin from mankind.
He went into Hell and beat Satan at his own game,
He came away with the keys to Death and Hell.
My Love,
Jesus Is Risen, He Is Risen, He Is Risen,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Our Lord Is Risen.
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