glorycloud's Diaryland Diary

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O love God, how deep and great!

It is 2:43 PM Thursday afternoon here in West Michigan. It is 46 degrees and partly sunny this afternoon. It is a blessing to see some sunshine after so many dark gray days.

I got up this morning around 7 o'clock AM. When I came upstairs Carol was ready to face another day Time Span. I had a typical morning today. Nothing strange happened this morning. I had a nice breakfast with my wife of 44 years. I often wonder how long Carol and I will live together as husband and wife. I pray we have a marriage that lasts forever. Carol did errands this morning. While she was gone I wrote in my paper diary, read from Volume 1 'The Decades Of Henry Bullinger' and filmed a video for my Youtube channe.

Carol got home from her errands around 11:05 AM. She cooked a big lunch, which she called a Christmas dinner. After lunch Carol took a nap and I wrote in my diary and read some more of 'The Decades Of Henry Bullinger'. So the Time Span drifts by.

Last night I mainly read, 'The Decades Of Henry Bullinger' Volume 1 till I went to bed around 10:55 PM. Now it is another afternoon and this day has gone by quickly and quietly.

I will close to continue down the Narrow Way. We will soon be in Heaven all those who have confessed Jesus Messiah as LORD.

O love of God, how strong and true!
Eternal and yet ev­er new;
Uncomprehended and un­bought,
Beyond all know­ledge and all thought.

O love of God, how deep and great!
Far deep­er than man’s deep­est hate;
Self-fed, self-kin­dled, like the light,
Changeless, eter­nal, in­fi­nite.

O heav’n­ly love, how pre­cious still,
In days of wear­i­ness and ill!
In nights of pain and help­less­ness,
To heal, to com­fort, and to bless.

O wide emb­rac­ing, won­drous love,
We read Thee in the sky above,
We read Thee in the earth be­low,
In seas that swell, and streams that flow.

We read Thee in the flow­ers, the trees,
The fresh­ness of the frag­rant breeze,
The song of birds up­on the wing,
The joy of sum­mer and of spring.

We read Thee best in Him who came
To bear for us the cross of shame;
Sent by the Fa­ther from on high,
Our life to live, our death to die.

We read Thee in the man­ger-bed,
On which His in­fan­cy was laid;
And Na­za­reth that love re­veals,
Nestling amid its lone­ly hills.

We read Thee in the tears once shed,
Over doomed Sa­lem’s guil­ty head,
In the cold tomb of Be­tha­ny,
Ana blood-drops of Geth­se­ma­ne.

We read Thy pow­er to bless and save,
E’en in the dark­ness of the grave;
Still more in re­sur­rec­tion light,
We read the full­ness of Thy might.

O love of God, our shield and stay
Through all the per­ils of our way;
Eternal love, in Thee we rest,
Forever safe, for­ev­er blest!

2:54 p.m. - 2023-12-07

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