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More than we can count,
We lie to His face
We steal from His hands
We profane His name
We cheat behind His back
We raise our fists at Him
We kill what His hands make,
The list goes on.
We break His heart,
And yet, He loves us still.
Imagine the pain.
Think of the hurt.
Disappointment without end.
So many tears.
As it’s done to us,
And we do to others,
We do to Him.
The list goes on.
We break His heart,
And yet, He loves us still.
He hurt enough
to punish His own,
But He still loved enough
to be merciful.
He hurt enough
to turn and walk away,
But He still loved enough
to save a few.
He hurt enough
to forget us all,
But still loved enough
to call us sons of God.
Hosea 1
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