“For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all…” (I Cor. 5.14 NIV)
Christ’s Spirit indwells us,
And His love compels us,
To go and love with the love we are shown.
As salt and as light,
To inflame and ignite,
The passions of those estranged and alone.
And when we obey,
These frail jars of clay
Are overflowing with the Water of Life.
We carry His mercy
To those who are thirsty,
To those overwhelmed by sorrow and strife.
We go, for Christ goes
To seek and find those
Locked in the grip of sin and despair.
Our motive is grace,
We share His embrace,
We show Jesus cares in the ways that we care.
We go with intent
To spend and be spent.
We go for our lives are no longer our own.
We love with the love
That Jesus shows us.
We go for we know His love will atone.
Our mission is clear,
Go far and go near,
To reconcile those under the curse.
To bring Living Water
To parched sons and daughters
To bring back to Christ the despised and dispersed.
The love of Christ compels us.
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I just preached on this passage yesterday. I’m afraid I did not communicate the sentiment of that passage in the entirety of my sermon as well as you have here in this poem.
Welcome, Nathanael!
Beautifully written!
Christian, thank you for your kind words. Maybe next week, just call your sermon “Part II,” read the poem, and then sit down.
I might just read it, but then I’d still continue on in my preaching plan.
Wonderful words. I have thought on love a lot this week. I do not believe I have ever loved anyone with the love of Christ. I do not believe that bothers me very much. I am certain I have never loved my enemies with the love of Christ.
I was saved into a religious system already in place, albeit Christian. However the more I believe I see its shortcomings the more I am responsible for changing that within me that is not of Christ. The task is daunting, and it seems much easier to remain within the pack.
“And when we obey,
These frail jars of clay
Are overflowing with the Water of Life.
We carry His mercy
To those who are thirsty,
To those overwhelmed by sorrow and strife.”
May those wonderful words find a body.
Lord, make me that body!