We can feel it in a soft breeze.We can see it in colored leaves.We can receive it through a friend.It will be with us in the end:It’s the love of God.
I am an Amish man; we have much history,In Switzerland, France, Holland and Germany,Religious freedoms were denied in those nations,So some fled to America to escape the situation.
We may be holding onto grudges in spite of our intention,
And feel some resentment towards the one who dares mention,
It’s always our own sins that are the hardest for us to see,
And we must kindly forgive one another if we want victory.
Sometimes I stop and wonder why God in his merciful love
Sent His only son, Jesus, down from the beautiful heaven above.
Was it because our gracious God could see beyond that huge loss,
And this was the only way to teach us to accept our own cross?