Love Perfected
Who can solve this mystery called life;
determine its foundaation and purpose;
why must we endure heartaches and srife;
must truth always hide, neath its surface?
Not a soul in this earth is now completed;
each is a work; still in progress;
failures on earth don’t make us defeated;
growth is an ongoing process.
No child displays the Father’s perfection;
we all came from a seed in the womb;
exiled; due to the serpent’s insurrection;
death sends us home through the tomb.
Many believe that they have been changed;
while they are still here on the earth;
but their hearts have yet to be rearranged;
pride must lose its unquenchable thirst.
The earth is an illusion; of a physical stage;
where life must conquer circumstance;
souls come and go; compelled to engage;
life is purpose; not happenstance.
We were created for the Master’s pleasure;
carried on the wings of a dove;
we were never created, just to live in leisure;
we are the Master’s love.
Love must be tested; to prove its worth;
our pride caused the Father’s rejection;
once love had overcome the pride of birth;
death brought about love’s perfection.
Monty 4/18/24. # 2,074