Love, Most Pure

Love, most pure and undefiled In the midst of hate Burns brightest still Betrayed, maligned, ridiculed Berated, abandoned and spat upon No reason but for who you are God of love, Lord of all! The universe awed, held its breath At the moment when your passion peaked Yet sought no aid; no just recourse But in humble silence, bore it all! Michael stood as always to your command Your crown of gold laid aside In love's name you stayed your hand! ~*~