Love’s wimpy, Lord, so that’s how I love You,
yet it’s fierce when I love someone for real,
so if I want to really love You true,
Your sword of love I need my soul to feel.
For love means sacrifice, and love means pain,
there is no lover does not suffer love;
fierce love’s a blessing, wimpy love’s a bane,
the sacrifice makes love I’m worthy of.
Wimpy’s the love that puts my self out front,
the love that’s just romantic or just lust;
fierce is the love that makes me take the brunt,
that puts the loved one first and’s full of trust.
God, I must love You first by Your command,
fiercely I place my soul’s love in Your hand.
-- by Pete Voelz 11/8/11
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