Brian Johnston May 13,2014
So is it heart or is it soul That creates the closest bond And what role has mind in its conception? And oh, the sacred fire! What is its coal? God’s pleasure in no deception, False flattery, or someone conned! Both heart and soul can be mislead, The mind imperfectly grokking And yet new baby bonds announce their birth Even if parents won’t admit the deed Their joy is felt throughout the earth With no time lost in stalking. All perfect gifts come just from God, Perfection's halls can brook no strife, So closest bonds are surely more than love, The path to lasting bonds lies smooth and broad, The first bond forged by heav’n above, God’s closest bond is simply life.
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