God is Love

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This truth is written upon every opening bud, and upon every spire of springing grass. The little birds making the air vocal with their happy songs, the delicately tinted flowers in their perfection perfuming the air, the lofty trees of the forest with their rich foliage of living green ~ all testify of the tender, fatherly care of our God and to His desire to bring happiness and beauty into our surroundings. 

God has bound our hearts to Him by unnumbered tokens in heaven and in earth. Through the things of nature, and the deepest and tenderest earthly ties that human hearts can know, He has sought to reveal Himself to us. Yet these but imperfectly represent His love. You know where I see God's perfect love? At Calvary! 

Calvary

The common mercies we enjoy sing of love, just as a sea-shell when we put it to our ear whispers of the deep sea whence it came; but if we desire to hear the ocean itself, we must not look at everyday blessings, but at the transactions of the crucifixion. He who would know love, let him retire to Calvary and see the Man of sorrows. 

The price paid for our redemption, the infinite sacrifice of our heavenly Father in giving His Son to die for us, should give us exalted conceptions of what we may become through Christ. As the inspired apostle Paul beheld the height, the depth, the breadth of the Father's love toward the perishing race, he was filled with adoration and reverence; and, failing to find a suitable language in which to express the greatness and tenderness of this love, he called upon the world to behold it. "Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God. -- 1 John 3:1 

 

Works of Poetry

The Face of God

Who can portray the face of God? 

Or assume to describe the character therein?

Who can comprehend the splendor of His glory?

Or the perfection of His exquisite cultured hand?  

We desire His face always before us,

For if He looks away, we grow faint;

As a child without its Father lives deprived,

So also is the born-again Saint. 

Alive in the Spirit, dead to the flesh

Are these who live in Christ, the Son.

Marching onward, always looking upward,

Forgetting things behind which we have done. 

His face is the beauty that we long to see;

Just a tiny glance would bring sweet jubilance;

For this reason we yearn for Heaven

And for His coming, we wait with all diligence. 

Calvary

It was a place of sacrifice, of uprightness and truth,

Yet it seemed a stockade of brutality, of indignation and pain.

It was a place of hope, of forgiveness and love,

Yet it appeared a spectacle of darkness, death and shame. 

As I look upon Calvary's hill

I see the Son of man hanging among men;

A man robed in human flesh and blood,

Yet a man without the stain of human sin. 

As I look upon Calvary's hill,

I see holiness, purity of heart and sweet deity.

I see overwhelming love, yes, a splendid love

Lavished upon all who will but look to see. 

Copyright 2002 by Jettie Hess

• The Love of Christ Journal