The Face of Love

When death stood at my threshold, I chose to die to life not lived for I was drowning in my sorrow: life nor death showed me tomorrow. Squirming in the depths of death, I hated that it took so long! I summoned death to end the pain but he had nothing more to gain. Someone touched my inmost being and told me there's no inbetween; this voice within called out to me "Where will you spend eternity?" "What does it matter," I replied, "life and death is all the same." "Die not to this death in vain; I died for you," the voice explained. As if urged, I stood erect after wrestling on the floor. "Call to her by that sweet name; she will quench your burning flame!" I called and asked if she would help a man who had no wish to live. Her answer fails me yet today for she agreed and not be swayed. She spoke about eternity and life with love always, though I wanted but to know if she could live with such sorrow. Her kind and gentle voice put my burning heart at ease when I saw no cause to live, she gave all there was to give. With love and hope and laughter she brings God's grace to all: shows he saves the destitute and cares for men of ill repute. I have heard in tales of old that angels rescue dying men and wise old women talking how the devil feared her calling? Like the mother of the Lord, strangers came to bear her gifts and placed it in the gentle hands that prays for souls in every land. I have had the privilege of living life through her for in her great compassion she saved me from depression. You would be encouraged to speak to her some time for in her eyes are love and hope that tells you that you'll cope. She would hold your hand like a little child and lead you to the King while joy will be the song she sings. When you meet with humbleness and look into her gentle face, you'll see that love is in her smile as love shows in a little child.