Praising Love

How do we really know,
The way that love will flow;
Never tired to wait,
But will not hesitate.

For love is very kind,
To share it does not mind;
Love is never jealous,
Never be envious.

There is not any pride,
Inside love for to hide;
As love is fair and just,
Never has any lust.

It never takes pleasure,
Of looking for treasure;
And never doing wrong,
If it does remain strong.

Evil has no control,
Over love and its soul;
For it comes straight from God,
When we honor and laud.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2008 Richard Newton Sherrer

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