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Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus

Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free

Rolling as a mighty ocean

In its fullness over me

Underneath me, all around me

Is the current of Your love

Leading onward, leading homeward

To Your glorious rest above…

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Why would a good father treat his children this way? the Tempter asked.  To open the way to pain and allow your heart to shatter, your very soul to bleed, your spirit to waste away? Then to stand in shadows, instead of coming close and offering help? Not stopping the pain, or putting an end to the madness? This is love? This is how a loving God loves you?

Yes, this is love, she whispered. This is love, she repeated, voice hoarse from emotion spent.

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Oh the deep, deep love

All I need and trust

Is the deep, deep love of Jesus…

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When the one thing she had worked so hard to avoid took place, stunning her in the mocking of devotion and service poured out… she had a choice.

To bow in trust.

Or walk away.

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…While he was still speaking, another also came and said, Your sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brother’s house, and suddenly a great wind came from across the wilderness and struck the four corners of the house, and it fell on the young people, and they are dead… 

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…then Job arose, tore his robe, and shaved his head; and he fell to the ground and worshiped. – Job 1:18-20

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Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus

Spread His praise from shore to shore

How He came to pay our ransom

Through the saving cross He bore

How He watches o’er His loved ones

Those He died to make His own

How for them He’s interceding

Pleading now before the throne…

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She woke every morning to the nightmare hanging on. To the same scenario played day after day. And the same choice presented itself, day after day…

To praise.

Or to curse.

Did trusting remove the problem? Heal the pain? Did trusting provide understanding? And in the trusting, in reading her Father’s words to her, did this feel like love? Was the Tempter right?

But did the cross feel like love? The thorns, the accusations, the hatred? The outrage and injustice of it all?

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And in remembering the cross, she gained hope. In keeping her eyes on the Savior, and refusing to look at the heartache, or give in to the pain, she also gained strength.

It was still hard. But she could trust His promises, that He was over-seeing. And all would be well.

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Oh the deep, deep love

All I need and trust

Is the deep, deep love of Jesus…

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No pit is so deep that He is not deeper still; with Jesus even in our darkest moments, the best remains and the very best is yet to be. – Corrie ten Boom

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Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus

Far surpassing all the rest

It’s an ocean full of blessing

In the midst of every test

Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus

Mighty Savior, precious Friend

You will bring us home to glory

Where Your love will never end…

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Trust Him when dark days assail you, trust Him when your faith is small. Trust Him when, to simply trust Him is the hardest thing of all.

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Oh the deep, deep love

All I need and trust

Is the deep, deep love of Jesus.

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(Original Words by Samuel Trevor Francis (1834-1925), Music, Chorus, and Alternate Words by Bob Kauflin.)

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