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Precipice of Love

When we are in you that is true, running patiently walking in love                                       Precept upon precept the crescendo. The infatuation before it's time                                   But the true love watched me fall and offered His hand                                                   As the puppy love was crushed, by her words but not failing to build again                   Rebounding to new heights for a new friend; the sweet heart of then                                  Tumbling head over heels, casually growing into something that was not love at all              but feeling good out weighed the broken heart, so it seemed                                              Saying I love you, to go my own way but that carried more burdens than I knew                 But the true love watched me fall and offered His hand                                                    Yet I dusted myself off, then climbing again. If not a person then maybe in something. I found it to be weightless, yet when I fell, it hurt worse than them all                                 For falling deeper, brought me to the edge of another insanity                                          Yet the search for love compelled me. Rushing back to the top of the slope                          There looking out, thinking I do not even know. What love is?                                            Not in faces or things or even my dreams. Then I'll stop looking                                  Walking blindly and numb, falling over and over all that was before                                 But the true love watched me fall and offered His hand                                                 This time listening, I heard RUN but already ran. SO RUN AGAIN                                     Looking from teary eyes, yet leaping over obstacles of before. To now see the many kinds of love. Some from the earth, some from above coming to the edge of the cliff                   The height, the depth, the breadth; there is no end to His true love when you enter in         So I leaped into love's true hand, by His grace the Lord Jesus, I am flying this time             then He set me on the rock of His forgiving love, that I did not deserve                               He fills me with His true love from above. To love Him and all others                                 Running patiently walking in love but my true love watched me fall and offered His hand

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Richard Lamoureux Date: 1/24/2014 5:59:00 PM Amen! May I humbly suggest punctuation and paragraphs? I think this is an excellent message you have written and I hate to see people not get the full impact of your words. Login to Reply John Beam Date: 1/24/2014 6:33:00 PM Thank you Richard for the Amen and advice. It did not turn out on here, as well as I would have liked because of space.