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.
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.........
O love of God, how rich and pure! how measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure,
The saints and angels' song..
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My Dad always told me that Diamonds and dynamite come in small packages, which always made me smile. There's a lot about life in general that makes me smile, and my brief history on this planet is interesting enough that sometimes i seriously consider writing a book, except I wonder if anyone would believe half of it....?
Anyhow, my life began Humble enough, being born humble (and proud of it) sharing the glory of entering existance with lady Shezza. (That's Cheryl, for those of you unaquainted with my twin, my counterpart, my opposite, my friend.) I loved growing up in a big family, seven kids total, a modern "Von Trapp" family if you will, and would not be oppossed to having a nice herd myself one day. We played a lot of games, ran through a lot of woods, grew through many awkward stages, and sold a lot of golfballs. Paperoutes and old movies, libraries and homeschool, it was good times....Once 8th grade hit, my life took a whirlwind effect and the last 14 years have provided a plethera of stories for my book if I find I only have a year left to live to write about it, except my memory is so bad sometimes that I would have to rely on you (my friends) to relay most of the finer points back to me so the details are not lost.
The one pillar, however, that has stood steadfast in memory and conscience and heart would be the hand of God, and to Him i must attribute the quality of my life thus far and all the joy i have found in living it. Someone asked me recently, "honestly, what is it like being a christian?" and the answer slipped out of it's own accord, "I honestly can say there is no greater life".
that pretty much sums it up.
