The Love of God


Good Morning

I had barely slept, after my nightly devotion and prayer, when the Lord woke me up early in the morning at 4 and showered me with His presence.

And He flashed in my mind Romans 8 repeatedly as to how much He loves us.  His “still small voice” was ringing in my spirit over and over on His “Love” for us.  It was so awesome!  And as is usual I know the word for you and me today is to delve in His love!

You have to read verse 37 to 38 to be persuaded how much He really loves us!

“37 Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. 38 For ‘I am persuaded’, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the “love of God”, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Yes Paul was persuaded and we too should likewise be convinced.  Once we are persuaded, it is amazing how fast His joy and then strength comes upon us.  Yes the “joy of the Lord is our strength”.

Now consider verse 16 to 17:-

“16 The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God:
17 And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.”

Do you see how much He loves us?

He adopted you and me (once sinners and enemies of God) and called us His children?

And He left His inheritance to us His children and made us joint heirs with Christ, wow!

Now read the lyrics in this hymn “The love of God”.

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.
When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

Be blessed

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