How can my human love be like divine?
For who can know the kind of love it stirs,
compared to how so few are stirred by mine.
Lord, You are love, all true love comes from You,
to lend Your love You have created me,
help me to share Your love that mine be true,
love free from You I wish to render free.
No summer's day that wants to wax and wane,
no fickle love, no transitory kind,
but love that grows and hopes to not complain,
my love, like yours, wide-open and unblind.
So long I have a gentle soul that prays,
I'll love like you and never count the ways.
-- by Pete Voelz 11/10
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