This Song Reminds Me of My Dad

 

One of the most beautiful songs in the world. It is an amazing song speaking of God’s boundless love toward those who are His. I enjoy this version performed by Mercy Me. I think this song is one of my dad’s favorites, also. He has a beautiful tenor voice and I remember him singing it solo, many times, in church when I was a kid – and I remember old Mrs. Bly would request it of him often. Just as it thrilled her then, it brings joy to me now to hear this song.

God’s love speaks to His glory: that He would love sinful man – enough to die to redeem him. The Father sent the Son to bring us salvation and His Spirit testifies the light has come into the world (John 1:1-14). John tells us we love Him because He first loved us (1Jo 4:19). One day, God’s glory and righteousness will be manifest to all mankind when every knee will bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord – to the glory of God the Father (Php 2:10-11).

Are you ready to meet the true God who loves those who are His?

THE LOVE OF GOD
by Frederick M. Lehman, 1917

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.

Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

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,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

About the author: cominus

Cominus is the pen-name for Dean Isaacson. He was chairman of the Snohomish County Republican Central Committee (Washington) 1990 to 1992. He conducted legal research for the late Supreme Court Justice William C. Goodloe for several years and led Judicial Forum for many years. Now, he is a crazy kinda guy who spends most his time doing cold calls. He plays his harmonica in the truck because people don't want to listen to him practice - but his dog, Miles (black dachshund), loves to sing along. He is passionate about being passionate because everyone is really into passionate these days but tires easily and hides behind emails. His core belief is you will choose to serve God or you will serve the state - tyrants, as William Penn called it.

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