What manner of love is this...
what twist of the times
and swirl of the seasons
could comprehend
this love
a love beyond all loves
a joy outdoing all other joys
a peace defying our understanding
that the Creator of all that is
and was
and will be
would love me
would woo me
would want me as His own
that He would call me His daughter
and wrap me in His arms of love
that He would welcome me to abide with Him
in my good days and my failing days
that He took my sins
upon Himself
that He took your sins
upon Himself
that He took all the sin ever done
upon Himself?
What manner of love is this
that we are called
His sons and daughters?
Behold, this is the love of Jesus!
Behold, Jesus is this love!
Behold, Jesus!




- joanne - 


















Sam

You are welcome to keep this in the contest, and I will stand by my previous comments on the work. But if you would like a fresh critique on something of yours I haven't seen, you may also remove this entry and enter a different poem. Either is fine with me. 









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