A LOVE STORY

A good poem recommended from Michael!
http://www.knowjesus.com/Encourage_love.shtml

A LOVE STORY

One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise.

Ah, the beauty of God's creation is beyond description.

As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work.

As I sat there, I felt the Lord's presence with me. He asked me, "Do you love me?"

I answered, "Of course, God! You are my Lord and Savior!"

Then He asked, "If you were physically handicapped, would you still love Me?"

I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs, and the rest of my body

and wondered how many things I wouldn't be able to do, the things that I took for granted.

And I answered, "It would be tough Lord, but I would still love You."

Then the Lord said, "If you were blind, would you still love my creation?"

How could I love something without being able to see it? Then I thought of all the

blind people in the world and how many of them still loved God and His creation.

So I answered, "It's hard to think of it, but I would still love You."

The Lord then asked me, "If you were deaf, would you still listen to My Word?"

How could I listen to anything being deaf? Then I understood. Listening to

God's Word is not merely using our ears, but our hearts.

I answered, "It would be tough, but I would still listen to Your Word."

The Lord then asked, "If you were mute, would you still praise My Name?"

How could I praise without a voice? Then it occured to me: God wants us to

sing from our very heart and soul. It never matters what we sound like. And

praising God is not always with a song, but when we are persecuted, we give

God praise with our words of thanks.

So I answered, "Though I could not physically sing, I would still praise Your Name."

And the Lord asked, "Do you really love Me?"

With courage and a strong conviction, I answered boldly, "Yes Lord! I love You

because You are the one and true God!" I thought I had answered well, but . . .

God asked, "Then why do you sin?"

I answered, "Because I am only human. I am not perfect."

"Then why in times of peace do you stray the furthest? Why only in times of

trouble do you pray the earnest?"

No answers. Only tears.

The Lord continued: "Why only sing at fellowships and retreats? Why seek Me

only in times of worship? Why ask things so selfishly? Why ask things so

unfaithfully?"

The tears continued to roll down my cheeks.

"Why are you ashamed of Me? Why are you not spreading the Good News?

Why in times of persecution, you cry to others when I offer My shoulder to cry

on? Why make excuses when I give you opportunities to serve in My Name?"

I tried to answer, but there was no answer to give.

"You are blessed with life. I made you not to throw this gift away. I have

blessed you with talents to serve Me, but you continue to turn away. I have

revealed My Word to you, but you do not gain in knowledge. I have spoken to

you, but your ears were closed. I have shown My blessings to you, but your eyes

were turned away. I have sent you servants, but you sat idlely by as they were

pushed away. I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all."

"DO YOU TRULY LOVE ME?"

I could not answer. How could I? I was embarrassed beyond belief. I had no

excuse. What could I say to this?

When my heart had cried out and the tears had flowed, I said, "Please forgive

me Lord. I am unworthy to be Your child."

The Lord answered, "That is My Grace, My child."

I asked, "Then why do you continue to forgive me? Why do you love me so?"

The Lord answered, "Because you are My creation. You are My child. I will

ever abandon you. When you cry, I will have compassion and cry with you.

When you shout with joy, I will laugh with you. When you are down, I will

encourage you. When you fall, I will raise you up. When you are tired, I will carry

you. I will be with you till the end of days, and I will love you forever."

Never had I cried so hard before. How could I have been so cold? How could I

have hurt God as I had done?

I asked God, "How much do You love me?"

The Lord stretched out His arms, and I saw His nail-pierced hands. I bowed
down at the feet of Christ, my Savior. And for the first time, I truly prayed.

-- author unknown