Praises of the One True Love
If I make use of tongues of men,
Would I be able to know when;
The sounding of a long tongue bell,
That Satan would ring down in hell.
Is it different from the voice,
When an angel sings to rejoice;
For no matter how we believe,
How easy Satan can deceive.
It can be the same for love,
Knowing that it is from above;
That the love we put our trust,
And would be not some form of lust.
If I were a mighty prophet,
Could the love within my spirit;
Reveal to me the secret things,
That the future from the Lord brings.
Rather love that comes through His grace,
That will move mountains from their place;
Only love from God is the force,
That faith strengthens to stay the course.
For love gives hope to persevere,
As it gives faith to be sincere;
Love has joy in all that is true,
That God shines favor upon you.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2009 Richard Newton Sherrer
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