A Ramblers’ Love Story: My first Love

I’m in Love

And here is my love story

It all started when I was young

My mom kept reminding me to love this man

She told me things that made my heart leap for joy

I felt something but I didn’t know what love was

I was too young to understand anyway

I’m sure you are thinking

Could my mother be bad

Why would she allow me to fall in love so young

Well you think wrong

If you’ve met this man, you would fall in love too

Anyone would and Anyone can

He is different

He never gives me everything I want

But he makes sure I get everything I need

Weird you may think

But everytime I’m alone and sad

He is always there to guide and love me

What more could I ask for

The funniest thing is this

My mum told me that this man gave himself for me

For me, when I wasn’t even born

Who does that?

He’s one of a kind, Ideal, perfect

His Name is signed on the cover of my heart.

My first Love, My living bread

He is the song I sing when I lie in bed

He is the light that makes me shine all day

His love for me has no bound

I am his and he is mine

“Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love. Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the first works; or else I will come unto thee quickly, and will remove thy candlestick out of his place, except thou repent”

(Revelation 2:4-5).

Does your love belong to the Lord Jesus first? Has He absolute priority in your life? Does everything else in your life come after Him? Do you really try to listen carefully when He wants to speak to you through His Word in the Bible, and have true fellowship with Him in this way? Do you love the Lord Jesus above all else, even if you have lost everything that was dear to you, when for some reason you can no longer work or cannot move? Have you learned to love Him before all else?

Let me say again, our best, our first, love for Jesus, must come before everything else. If we let anything else come before our first love, then it is no longer the first love, but the second, or even the third.


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