Love Rules

The joys of earthly flesh, a smile to wreath the maid of morn an inner world to project out, of God stuff we are formed. No need to cling like over-ripe fruit to heaven far above, We are made of silver stardust and we were made from love. Look not to moon, or sun to see, look deep with questing heart, hug coming night with outstretched arms, the dark’s another part. No need to cling like over-ripe fruit to heaven far above, We are made of silver stardust and we were made from love. For gifted are we with all we need, this is no metaphor, we have a heaven here on earth, yet still we ask for more. No need to cling like over-ripe fruit to heaven far above, We are made of silver stardust and we were made from love. Be not the spoiled and sullen child crying on, tired of his toys mature, grow up, grow inward now see life's heavenly joys! *meant to be sung as a hymn