What kind of love is this where the Divine knocks on man’s door,
Refusing to leave him as he is, so blind, wretched, and poor?
What kind of love, with its voice alone, can create realms of space and time,
And then with willingness step into them all for the benefit of mine?
What kind of love would place such value and consider me to have the worth,
To set aside its crown in heaven and step into its own created earth?
What kind of love, in its deity, can craft the human soul within its hands,
Yet would stoop to human flesh for me to forever become a man?
What kind of love, in its infinity, knowing no limits or restraint,
Would choose restraint in human form, so frail, weak, and faint?
What kind of love, with benevolence, seeks to heal the blind, the sick, the lame,
And run to anyone, who in humble faith, would call upon its name?
What kind of love, with authority, could look upon a sinner and judge alone,
Yet gave forgiveness instead and caused all others, with conviction, to drop their stones?
What kind of love could fully know the hearts of men yet not retreat,
But rather kneel down before sinful souls so it can humbly wash their feet?
What kind of love can predict betrayal, and then with its betrayers choose to stay,
So it can pay a debt it doesn’t owe, when they owe a debt they cannot pay?
What kind of love could grasp the depths of evil that lies in darkest men,
Yet long to pardon all wrongs within and grant them new life to begin?
What kind of love depicts a judge and jury, before I even enter my plea,
Accept the penalty for a guilty defendant, yes even one as guilty as me?
What kind of love, with innocence, freely embraces the sentence of death,
To take the place of the guilty ones who mock and curse it with their breath?
What kind of love with authority and angel armies at its command,
Would subject itself to torture, ridicule, and an angry crowd’s demands?
What kind of love would hold back wrath and from its capable force refrain,
So it can carry a cross of wood for me and then be nailed to it in pain?
What kind of love gives up its rights to forego its just and blameless power,
To endure the dreadful weight of sin in anguish hour upon hour?
What kind of love, with compassion, looks with forgiveness in its heart,
Upon those who inflict on it such awful pain and tear its flesh apart?
What kind of love sees the massive chasm that lie between God and me,
And freely sacrifices itself to bridge the gap and set me free?
And what kind of love makes all things new and puts an end to guilt and blame
To bury in the depths of the deepest sea my past, my sin, and my shame?
This love that I describe in depth flows through Jesus Christ my King
And it’s deeper, higher, longer, and wider than any created thing
It’s always near when I’m need of it; I never, ever have to wait
I cling to it with confidence and from me it’ll never separate
My focus it tightly gripped and my heart and mind it has now seized
Overwhelmed my human logic and dropped my soul unto its knees
It transcends my understanding, impossible to fully comprehend
It has no boundaries or borders and knows no expiration date or end
Words and language can’t bring it justice; its depth they’ll always understate
Its extent, power, and magnitude one could never overrate
It’s persistent and it’s tireless, pursuing with patience and with grace
Those who mock, slur, and curse it and repeatedly spit into its face
It’s precise enough to know me best and every detail of my soul
Yet vast enough to fill the void of man’s inner, gaping hole
It causes insignificance around me to fade away and seem so small
It’s so much larger than my very life and so deserving of my all
It’s a limitless and unearthly gift that was sent from up above
It’s so much better than anything else I think I need or I may be thinking of
It’s appealing, sweet, and lovely, and full of absolute delight
Yet possesses all the potency to dissipate my fears and fright
It picks my head up out of sorrow and lifts my eyes each time I fall
It carries me when I can walk no more and hears each time I call
What kind of love IS this? It is the source of this soul’s fire
It’s all that I need in this life and may it be all that I desire!
by Luke Myers
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Video: “What Wondrous Love Is This” by Kenosis
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“See how great a love the Father has bestowed upon us, that we should be called children of God” 1 John 3:1a