The many Praises for Love
Many languages I may speak,
It is for many things I seek;
But if I do not have the love,
I would not find any thereof.
As a clashing cymbal or gong,
With a sound that is loud and strong;
I may have a gift that is sealed,
That still has not yet been revealed.
I may understand all I know,
Or still mysteries yet to show;
With enough faith to move hill tops,
Or methods to make bumper crops.
But without love there is nothing,
And not a blessing will God bring;
So without any love to give,
What is worth in this life to live?
I may give away all I had,
That could be making me feel glad;
But without love this will not save,
Someone from a fiery grave.
Because when I was a child,
I was not tender and mild;
For I had an immature thought,
That I was some kind of hotshot.
But being an adult I grew,
In maturity then I knew;
To discard my childish ways,
That were from my childhood days.
The blurred image in the mirror,
Has been me with coming nearer;
To time when I am face to face,
With Christ and shining His good grace.
Copyright © 2011 Richard Newton Sherrer
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