Poems Of Spirituality/Faith


My Hidden Voice

Now That Is Love

There's a myst'ry in the kingdom up above,
Of a God of strength who's gentle as a dove,
For He made the earth and sky,
Then He came so He could die,
And I often wonder why,
But that is love.

First He healed the lame and weak and spoke of love,
Then was baptized in the presence of a dove,
And He fed the multitude,
So their strength would be renewed,
Lived a life of servitude,
For that is love.

Now He speaks to each of us with words of love,
So that one day we will live with Him above,
He is knocking at your door,
Of your heart He does implore,
So you'll live forevermore,
Now that is love.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

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