Bury Not Your Hopes In the Garden of Self-Deceit
Bury not your hopes in the garden of Self-Deceit,
Hoping they will come up blooms –
They will not,
And you will be the worse for it
But try all the same
To Love!
To Love, to Love, To Love, To Love!
For there are better things
Than being sour and sorrowful.
These three things understand,
That if Faith be lost, Then
There is Still Hope,
And if Hope be lost, Then
There is Still Charity
“And the greatest of these,
Is Charity!”
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2019
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