We were made to love God.
Think about that for a minute.
Each of us stands
before an open
plot of land.
God will browse through
Heaven and earth
to provide us
with what we
need to plant and
maintain a beautiful
garden of love,
intimacy, and
fellowship with Him.
Not a second of our
existence passes
without God thinking
about how to turn
our hearts toward Him,
not one single second.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem