Some height's affirm, some gracious earn
is in my knowing no return
from loving you ~ as need's confirm
their semblance from consent's own yearn.
I love you, as to weigh in scale
were heaviness to its entail
and then some lightness, leading's hail
while spirit's ebbing filled avail.
With promises, strength's prowess failed
found wholeness in His will, not trail.
As quietness utters no exhale
defensively presided bail.
To hold thee fast ensuring quail
could not condemn us, ail to ail.
This word of life called love is scale
that settles measures erstwhile stale.
By its own premise pulls impale
to justice willing, Godly tale!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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