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Throughout my study of this passage, I have been debating between whether Paul is talking about the love of God or the church. I have come to the conclusion that throughout God's activity throughout history, He has shown us the proper ways to love one another. In this passage, Paul gives us the overall view of who God truly is, because after all, God is love. While studying this, I have been thinking about how people in today's society view love and how God has shown us to love. So, for this, I have written a poem to illustrate my point.



Pick it up.
Be gentle, don’t drop it.
You may never hold something this precious again.

This is hard to write because the light is blinding my sight of everything I want to say.
But I’m afraid it has to be this way.

If love is something that we can choose to turn on and off like a faucet, then where was I when you lost it?
My handle must be broken, because sweetheart, it’s not that simple. My love isn’t sent down a drain only to end in one drop, two drops, three drops, a puddle.

No, instead, my love comes down like a steady rain, to cover the pain of uncertainty when from time to time you thought you couldn’t hold on.
And there’s no greater love than this, than when you would dismiss me into the black hole of my own abyss that I could still hold on for you. But that doesn’t matter now.

It was you that took me away from reality only to throw me back into this place without warning.
Now I’m alone standing here, looking out of this broken window pane wandering if the world I knew could or would ever be the same.

I’m left staring at those people who have bought into idea of society. Those who do not know how deep the love of God goes, and who do not care to grow a relationship with the One who knows…everything.

I see the very ones who live in uncertainty and trust in a rush of radio waves explaining to them K-LOVE Christianity.

Can you even fathom a God who can watch patiently as His son is ripped apart by the very ones He loves, only to meet them face to face with compassion from above.
Can we truly fathom that the God who watched His son die and raised Him in 3 days three could come to this heart and lift me up the same way?

Or do we believe in a society that breaks under calamity and promotes profanity because that’s what sales? In a world where the word “love” is nothing more than a staple tacked on to a relationship to fulfill our desires of lust. You don’t have to raise your hand, but know I’m guilty of it.

All I seem to see is a sea of empty promises, breaking away even the little things in life that matters. Surely, there is one person out there who can share with me the meaning of love that I hold in such high regards. Instead, all I feel I am exposed to are bands that can only play clanging cymbals and never the rhythm of love.

Soon, you’ll be gone. Soon I’ll still be here. Is it not obvious that the little things still matter? That the little things can destroy the big ones.

All I ever asked for, is to be more than he who holds open the door, for everyone else’s dreams. And every time you wanted me to never say, “I love you”, and I said it anyway, I said for one reason. So that when you’re gone, you will never have to look back and ask, “Did he love me?”

Once again, pick it up. Be gentle, don’t drop it.

You may never hold a heart this precious again.