"Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade, To write the love of God above, Would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Tho stretched from sky to sky..."
For the love of God compels us...
He jealously longs for the spirit He has caused to dwell in us...
May we grasp the smallest portion of the depth of Christ's love for us, and may this compel us to take His healing to the nations...to fill broken hearts with joy...
Not by Might, nor by Power, BUT BY MY SPIRIT!!