The love of God bears no coin nor gold, A treasure untold, a mystery old. It cannot be weighed on merchant’s scale, Nor bartered away in mortal tale. He clothed eternity in mortal frame, And bore the world’s guilt, its curse, its shame. No silver could ransom, no jewel suffice, The cost was His blood, the ultimate price. A love unpurchased, yet dearly bought, Beyond the reach of human thought. It whispers through stars, it thunders in skies, It bends down to lift the fallen who rise. For kingdoms may crumble and riches decay, But His gift endures, unpriced, each day. The price of His love? The Lamb once slain, Whose wounds proclaim eternal gain.