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Your Love Never Fails



Nothing can separate
Even if I ran away
Your love never fails

The song took hold of me and grabbed my heart. It was September 2010. The melody and the words... they just wouldn't let go of me. I played it over and over and over. I was 12 weeks pregnant with our twins and the doctors had said it did not look good. The neonatal specialist did not give me much hope.  But my golden haired daughter and I, we listened to the song.  We prayed to the song.   She danced around our living room.  Little feet twirling.  Four year old faith. Dancing, praising, and believing.

I know I still make mistakes
But You have new mercies for me everyday
Your love never fails

And things improved. Then October 8, 2010 crept up.  My world was rocked as our car spun out-of-control.  And my baby girl went home to be with Jesus.  My sweet four-year-old Makiah.  And we played the song again as people waited for her funeral to begin.  I had no words.  I could barely breathe through the pain and the tears and the wailing.  Legs shaking.  I thought I would not survive it.  We had to play the song. It was no accident that it had gripped us for weeks. And now we clung to it as our declaration.

You stay the same through the ages
Your love never changes
There maybe pain in the night but joy comes in the morning

People filed in to that church sanctuary with the little white casket. These are the words that greeted their ears... the voice of Chris Quilala and the Jesus culture team.  A prophetic declaration. A love beyond description. A love that extends itself beyond the grave.

And when the oceans rage
I don't have to be afraid
Because I know that You love me

My heart sank and my breath left me when I heard the news. Your baby boy has gone to be with Jesus his first day on the Earth.  The pictures of you two holding him.  Priceless.

The wind is strong and the water's deep
But I'm not alone in these open seas
Cause Your love never fails.

I don't pretend to know your pain.   Each person's brokenness and pain is their own to carry. No one else can know the suffering of your heart.  Except one. He came to die to break and be broken.  He took his first breath so that he could give his last.  He enters into our suffering.  He alone can be there in the loneliness.  In the ashes.  In the dust. He has born it. And he will bear it. And he will carry us through the darkness if we will let him.

The chasm is far too wide
I never thought I'd reach the other side
But Your love never fails

You may never read these words. But I had to write them.  The very song you sang helped to carry us through our most treacherous  valley.  We sang it with her and then without her.  Thank you.  For lending your voice to His words.  And I pray now that you will find hope in the darkness.  Perhaps you cannot hear it now this Christmas.  But I pray the whisper of his love will surround you in the holidays.  As it does all of us who have been broken.

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