Love, who on earth can wholly understand it?
It frightens, yet it comforts
It fights for what is right, yet is ever ready to live in peace
It judges with a righteous anger, yet, when asked, it, without hesitation, forgives with mercy and grace
It demands our very best, yet does not require perfection
It can feel like hurt, yet it heals
It threatens, yet it protects
It is risky even dangerous, yet in it's arms we find complete safety
It is so simple, yet increasingly complex
It can't be bought however it comes at a great cost
None can be worthy of it's presence, yet it none can live without it
It can be rejected but never stopped
It can be persecuted but never extinguished
Many times has it been professed, but only once, nailed to a cross, was it's truest identity ever portrayed
It's agents are joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, self-control,
gentleness, and faithfulness
It is the producer of Hope
The foundation of Faith
The greatest of the three that forever remain
It brings life
It annihilates self
It evokes sacrifice
It is Love. It . . . is God!
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