Theory of Solution
Madam, long ago
I asked what's stonger than love
Do you recall: pride.
Satan had it so
There was no traction for love
In truth: God is love
Pride dissolves all faith
For it is the solvent of the soul
Where faith's anchor holds
Love can conquer still
For the soul surrendered stays
Too cold: in crystals
Crystals make jewels
For the throne, there God still reigns
Pure as only love
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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