Amnesty

What love is this?
You gave Your Only Son
And shed Your blood
For Your people

What love is this?
You love the world
Even being dark and sinful
And turning its back to You

What love is this?
You gave us Your Word
You give us Your love
You give us Your spirit
You give us Life

Who are we
That You thought of us
And planned our lives
Before creating the world?

Who are we
That You are always with arms open,
With a heart that's ready to love,
And a cure for our problems?

What love is this, tell me
Teach me about it
Let me feel it deeply
Show me Your wonders

Your perfect plans have no end
And Your dreams for us continue
Even if we overlook Your desires
You never turn away from us

This world is becoming darker
With each passing day
But You came with the Light
With the Way, the Truth, and the Life

And You showed us mercy
You showed us forgiveness
You showed us true holiness
What love is this?

I will live asking
What love this is
That the Father has for us
And for the world
That lives for Him
And breathes His Works

I will live giving thanks
For the family I've been given
For the healing He's given
For the blessings in my life
The growth He has allowed me to have
And the Life he gave for us

I will live my life
Because of Him
I will live my life
For Him

Because He loved the world so much
That He gave His one and only Son
So that no one perishes
But has eternal life in Him

He cries with us
He laughs with us
He loves with us
But He especially heals us

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This is a christian poem. It was inspired by a couple days filled with blessings from God. There were two occasions where I prayed for I think half an hour in those days with a group, and there were preachings along with those prayer moments in those groups. The preaching really touched me, but what came into this poem are the words I said while praying. The phrases that really touched me that I said while praying were "What love is this?" and "Your perfect plans have no end." The talk about healing was one of the preachings. When I said "What love is this?" while praying, I kept imagining a dark sphere that represented the world. I kept wondering how God could love that... How can He love people who spit at His Words and laugh at the sound of His Names and Love? But that's why He's God, and that's why we praise and worship Him. In conclusion, this poem was influenced by a couple days of God, and the words that came out of my mouth to praise and glorify His Name.