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!
~*~
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