I originally wrote this song for one of our daughters who was going through a difficult time. I’ve posted it before but here it is again, this time for a friend whose funeral we will be attending tomorrow.

He died of Alzheimer’s but knew the Father’s love well; he has now been welcomed through heaven’s door:

Love so strong, to give your Son to death; He knew no sin.
To open heaven’s door for us where we are welcomed in.

When little problems leap out of life’s precarious vortex to assail us, I often write a song. I have no idea why, but I do know that I haven’t the time now since I have to grope my way through some excruciatingly boring Discovery documents.

So I am appropriating a song I wrote for one of our daughters when she was having a difficult time a few years back:

The Father’s love
The Father’s love is deeper than the deepest ocean floor.
The Father’s love is brighter than the brightest morning star.
Chorus
Love so strong, to give your Son to death; he knew no sin.
To open heaven’s door for us where we are welcomed in.

The Father’s love, it reaches to the distant galaxies.
The Father’s love is always here, it even rescues me.
© 2008 David Jenkins