HERA!

I wish I had words to describe the love of God

But I don’t have them

See, my words are few

Restrained by human limits

Restricted to the dictionary

So even if I wanted to

I don’t have the words to

But hey! There is fun in not knowing

For then my imagination goes wild

I picture love as a beautiful as the yellow of the morning sun

His love is like the brown of the evening sun

The glittering of the rainbow on a stormy afternoon

The whistle of the pine tree leaves in wind

The shine of dew in the morning sun

The pitty patter of rain on the roof

The whish whoosh of the paddy waters after rain

His love is…oh God!

The sound of a newborn cry, the smile of a friend

A pat on the back, as pure as a child’s hug

As pure as a child's hug.

The shout of victory in a football match

The good morning and good night of a sister

Good luck of a mum, well done of a father

His love is like silence, yet so loud

Love is the best thing that ever happened to mankind

Ho! How I wish I had words to describe his love

How it lifted me up, dusted me, clothed me in purple

Put a ring on my finger, a crown on my head and a smile on my face

How I wish I could describe how

Love listens an encourages and commends

Councils and direct

When I think of his love I remember

The nail on his wrists, crown of thorns on his head

Scars on his ribs, tears in his eye

Love is here, love is now

Love is pouring from his brow, from his hand

But most importantly love is flowing from his heart.