jj jackman the character of love - index
2/06/2009 And what and when could ever be an end to this great love i have for thee For if it had an end then love would it have ever been? This small perspective be the foresight i possess And wrath in love’s long course has not a rightful place But yet this wrath within me swells yet calmed for mercy’s sake And teaches me of One who dwells dimensions hence And bears for me in my sad course and all its vagaries And pours upon me hope and faith with earnest truthfulness To fan a tiny ember that still burns with my deepest core But if perchance it’s out, this spark, and there be not a chance that it will glow again This Gentleman that i know well that i could rightly ne’er deny Would still place seconds on my span…… A mercy of a final sort, be mercy’s final form Then what and when could ever be an end to this great love i have for thee For if it had an end then love would it have ever been? This small perspective be the forsight i possess And wrath in love’s long course has not a rightful place And thus this love for thee now in its present state No i shall never wish an end to wishing well for thee My anger for small happenstance is drowned within a greater sea i can no longer warn thee of these things to come for affluence has dulled thee to a deadly sleep i can not see thee reprobate but waking thee has failed Though there has never been to me a greater love than what i have for thee i’ve learned from this great trial that separation is the greatest pain we share in love A fellowship of torment that the Lover of our soul does feel for each and every one of us! My hope for some eternal “we” and that for both of us He hadn’t bled in vain So i will place no seconds more on our short span…… A mercy of a diff’rent sort, not mercy’s final form