Poetry

L.O.V.E.

LOVE is everything My Word proclaimed it to be centuries upon centuries ago. It has not changed because I do not change. It is not as elusive as the enemy of your soul wants you to believe. It is easily found and freely given because I am Love.

Oh, but that’s right. You do not want Love because you do not want Me. You have turned your face from Me and declared in your heart that I will not be your God.

Verily surely I tell you, I will not force you to choose Me—to choose Love. As much as it grieves Me, I will continue to allow you to cast your eyes out into the world and choose Love’s counterfeit.

Everyone who has ears let them hear. I am what your hearts are longing for. My absence is why your souls are crying out. Choose Me. I am subject to no one. No one is like Me, and no one can arraign Me. There were no gods formed before Me or after Me. I know no other gods. For I am the one, true living God. I drive out and overcome the darkness. I invade and reign. I do not lead you out like a wolf in sheep’s clothing to be devoured. I keep truth forever. I protect. I do not numb your pain by ministering death. I heal and give life. I do not condemn or hold your sins against you. I forgive, restore, and return to you that which was lost. I do not give you rest that can be induced by a pill in a bottle. No, I give true rest and with Me your sleep will be sweet. I do not give peace as the world gives. The peace I give passes all understanding. My creation, hear the truth laid bare: I sent My only, begotten Son to die on the cross for your sins so you could be reconciled back to Me. I love you. For that is who I am. Choose Me. Choose Love.

Choose Love

“And all I want to do is love you. Give Myself to you continually, in revelation.”

When did my name become a byword?
A curse on the tongue of My creation,
The ones I created in My image,
The ones I sent My only, begotten Son to save.
I would tell you that I love you,
So that you would turn away from your destruction,
The sin that pulls you to the grave.
But I know even that perfect declaration
Would be of little consequence.
Because you don’t know Me;
Therefore, you don’t know Love.
This world has seared your conscience.
The enemy has distorted your perception of Love.
He has served you Love’s counterfeit,
And you have consumed to the full
Its pain,
Its conditional promises,
Its bondage,
Its destruction.
So, when I proclaim that I love you,
You scoff,
You run,
Juxtaposing Love’s counterfeit,
To My Love.
Because you can’t begin to fathom,
That I exist,
That I created you,
For Myself.
And the only thing I want to do is love you,
Give Myself to you continually,
In revelation.
So you know who I am,
That I’m not an angry, vengeful God
But the one, true living God
Who loves you
Who knew you
Before you were formed in your mother’s womb.
Who created you in eternity,
And spoke you into time.
Who covered you in your mother’s womb,
Singing praises over you,
Declaring that you would be Mine.
I carved out a spot in you,
That only I could fill.
So when you were birthed into time,
You would be compelled to yield,
And find Me,
And I, true Love,
Would enter in and fill.
But woe to My creation,
You have lost your way.
You have attempted to fill My spot,
With things I didn’t ordain.
That’s why you are never content,
And satisfied for only a time.
Because that spot rejects Love’s counterfeit,
It cannot dwell in the spot,
Meant only for God.
So now that you know,
That it’s Me that you need.
Reject Love’s counterfeit,
And come after Me.
Search and you will find.
Ask and you will receive.
I will enter in,
And fill the space,
I created just for Me.
In that day, I will heal and restore,
Every broken place.
I will reveal every deception,
And correct every lie.
So you will know true Love.
You will know the living God.