Oh That Love
Oh that love could spread like hate,
like wildfire in a sun blanched field,
but love is patient.
Evil can force its way,
but love is kind.
Oh that love might shout its merits in the street,
but love is not proud.
Hatred seems triumphant for a season,
but love never fails.
Oh that love would fall
like rain on the thirsty ground
and gently heal this cursed world
of all her jagged, painful wounds.
Oh that Love would reign!
February 22, 2021
*1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Copyright © P.S. Awtry | Year Posted 2021
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