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This Love


This love:
of blood and sweat and tears
shed, bled and spent
for me...
If I had a microscope,
I know I couldn’t see
just how stupendous
His love is for me.

This love:
It speaks gently like a storm
It reaches down the pit
and lifts mortality up.
If I had a telescope,
I know I couldn’t see
just how beyond massive
His love is for me.

This love:
deeper than depth
than the universe vast.
If I had a periscope,
I know I couldn’t see
just how fathomless
His love is for me.

This love:
rich in divine nutrients
costlier than golden jewels.
If I had a spectroscope,
I know I couldn’t see
just how royal and magnificent
His love is for me.

This love:
It was nailed to a cross
by creatures He's supposed to love.
This love:
It bled and died
yet, it lives in me.
If I were an ocean diver,
I know I couldn’t find
a deeper love than the one
He has for me.

This love:
Jesus!

#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician
#SSA



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