Love: The Most Excellent Gift


” ๐บ๐‘œ๐‘‘’๐‘  ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’ ๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.”  ~๐“˜๐“ท๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ๐“ฆ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ถ ๐“˜๐“ท๐“ผ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต

"‎๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ; ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ.”    ~2๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด 5:17 


Before Love came, there was emptiness ... silent wilderness hidden beneath the surface of the soul. There are seasons when one may appear alive outwardly, yet inwardly remain formless, barren, and groping in darkness. Yet from the very beginning, God never intended His children to remain void. Just as His Spirit hovered over the waters in creation, so His Spirit still moves over broken hearts today, waiting for the moment His Light is welcomed in.

‎"When Love Came"is a prophetic poem depicting a picture of divine transformation...the story of what happens when the Love of God enters the deepest ruins of a human soul. Where there was once chaos, He speaks order. Where there was dryness, He releases rivers. Where there was darkness, He commands light to shine. “When Love Came” is not merely a poem; it is a testimony of rebirth, restoration, and the creative power of God’s presence transforming a life into fertile ground for His Kingdom... My personal testimony...


๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ

‎‎In the beginning, I was…

‎Without form, void, and full of darkness,      Before Love filled me with His fullness.
‎The Spirit moved just on the surface,
‎No depths, no roots, no fruits, no peace.

‎Then Love came; and oh! What change!
‎My valley became a mountain range,
‎My mountain became a furrowed plain,
‎Where dry land was, there is sufficient rain.

‎For at His Word appeared the light,
‎In my darkness, heaven turned to sight.
‎At His Word I turned into a medium,
‎So He could set His Heavenly Kingdom.

‎Then Love said…
‎” Let the Word bring forth abundantly,
‎All that have life! All that are lovely!
‎Be fruitful, multiply, fill the empty expanse,
‎For with my Love, you’ll overflow in abundance.

‎I have given you all fruit-bearing seeds.
‎I have created you with my own loveliness.
‎I have breathed my Spirit into you,
‎Behold, you are now beautiful and new!”


‎Love still comes...
‎He still walks into lifeless places and calls forth beauty from ashes. He still breathes Life upon weary souls and awakens what seemed dead for years. The God who spoke Light into creation still speaks Life into hearts today. No darkness is too deep, no emptiness too vast, and no brokenness too severe for the transforming power of His love.

‎May this poem reminds every reader that when God’s love truly enters a life, nothing remains the same. Valleys rise, deserts bloom, barren hearts become fruitful gardens, and wounded souls become carriers of His glory. For when Love comes, He does not simply visit...He breathes Lice...He creates anew.

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