The Father's Heart

The Father's heart beckons

The Father's heart reaches

The Father's heart gives

 

The Father's heart loves without limits, without conditions

The Father's heart sees past flesh and bones

The Father's heart sees within

 

When will we grasp

When will see

The needs all around us?

 

When will we love without measure

Not capping off our quota of good deeds

 

When will we give all?

Will we ever?

 

Will you stop putting love in a box?

 

Can't you see love can't be contained?

It's too big

It's meant to seep into the cracks

 

Love is meant to heal

Not seek its own right or its own way

 

We don't have the Father's heart because we don't know what love really is

 

It's not flowery words or grand gestures

Love is found in the quiet whispers, in unassuming places and people

 

Love was found in a manager

Love hung on the Cross

Love counted everything lost

 

Oh, that we would seek to be uncomfortable!

Oh, that we would stop doing the same things day after day

 

Open your eyes to the "little things"

The things you wouldn't normally give a second glance

 

Love is there.

We've just stopped looking for it.

 

In our quest for happiness, we have stopped celebrating love.

The Father's heart desires that His children will answer the call. 

 

"...Love one another. In the same way I loved you, you love one another. " (John 13:34)

 

~ Madison Sanders

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