On a weathercock not far away someone has set in large letters, so that they can be read at quite a distance, the three words: "GOD IS LOVE.”
"A strange place," you say, "for such a message!" Yet they speak to ALL—yes, to all. To the infidel, the skeptic, the indifferent, the mere professor, the true believer, the sinner in his sins, the sinner whose sins have been washed away by the precious blood of Christ, these blessed words tell the same story— that "GOD IS LOVE.”
Whichever way the weathercock turns, those words remain the same. And for us, poor weathercocks that we often are, turned about by circumstances of every kind, the truth of His unchanging love remains, for "GOD IS LOVE.”
Inscribed upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, "GOD IS LOVE!"
The Lamb who died upon the tree
Has brought us mercy from above.
The Cross! It took our guilt away,
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.