Love is the dagger that cuts deepest. Love is the balm to a lost mans woe Love is the savior to the lowest of the low, but nobody seems to know just what there is to love. Family and friends, there is worthy love, but not the worthiest, no. Love of those we don't know; love of beggars and those we sometimes wish we didn't know. That is the love the world has very little of.
Compassion comes natural but most push it away. To busy to help anyone they have never seen. Humanity was meant to love one another, one and all, instead we kill each other in different, yet equally torturous ways, Spending our days behind walls of pain that most people don't even realize there feeling, until it, it hits them on that to infrequent sleepless night. No Jesus no peace, know Jesus, know peace, but to know Jesus, you must Love all and every without restraint. Poem © Mark Forsyth |