Too often…
Love dies upon my lips
And never lasts
Beyond my fingertips.
A fire burns
Deep in a core of stone
But fails to warm
Or brighten those who dwell alone.
Love blazed long
In triune hearts divine
Before it spilled
Onto this soul of mine.
Their passion-plan,
What suffering it would cost:
God as a man
Would love me with a cross.
I repent
Of love devoid of form,
For by a curse
And selfless acts my soul was born.
New fire burns
Sending hot sparks abroad
To kindle flames
In darkened hearts to blaze for God.
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