Tonight I witnessed what it is like to feel like you have nothing left. When your home is taken from you and you can't feed yourself or your baby. All that you have left is tears and a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes there is absolutely nothing we can do to help but pray and be a listening ear. For me this is hard because all I want to do is wrap them in my arms and tell them it is going to be okay but you can't really do that when you know it isn't going to be okay. At least we can promise to be by their side through it all. I came across this beautiful hymn tonight standing at my piano. It is our only hope when there is nothing left, because even when everything is gone God's love remains.
- 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. - O 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. - 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.
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