The Lord Is Love

Love is not liked or knew very well Love is alone and under it's spell Miracles it seems from birth it yells And though not shopping we buy what it sells Dedication and honor they have their place With eyes it steals a perticular grace The work of labor a smiling face Hidden feelings from semstress' lace Love has it's place in a deck of cards always the Joker above all odds Love is hopes supply unseen help We know not why who know what commanded or place it lied it's why we suffered and reason we cried