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Love
On A Childs Future
Distinction

ON A CHILD'S FUTURE

 

A child, no higher than its mother's knee

The while it tightly holds another's hand

Attempts to jump the wavelets of the sea 

At this its virgin taste of shore and sand

 

The hissing as each wave-crest ebbs and flows

As rainbow arcs of spray dance in the light

While swirling salty water round it goes

Its face and bubbling laughter speak delight

 

The sight and sound and movement of the sea

This blessed sunny summers afternoon

Such guileless children playing joyously

May cheer 'en those too oft disposed to gloom

 

To such a child, the world still seems suffused

With novelty and innocence and glory

It's yet to learn how this earth is abused 

As I recall, this once was my own story

 

For sad disclosure waits on every child

The avarice inherent in its race

The earth, the sea, and all mankind defiled 

The curse of conflict seen in every place

 

When once as high as father's waist I stood

I watched, appalled, the sinking of great ships

And saw that all was not so well and good

And tearful prayers for peace fell from my lips

 

Now three score years and ten all lie behind

And many are the changes I have known

Rapaciousness and lust of every kind 

Have not diminished, but instead have grown

 

What future then for children such as these?

What remedies will they in turn propose?

What cataclysms bring them to their knees? 

What tribulation? Heaven only knows!

 

Yet there are ancient words that promise this:

The coming once again of Heaven's King

At His first coming hosts of angels sang

But now great scales of justice He will bring

 

How blest are those who ache for His return

Anticipating long His reign of peace

When nations will no longer train for war

When ills that plague mankind will henceforth cease

DISTINCTION

All religions some would say 

Are each a different path 

And every faith in its own way 

Leads unto God at last 

This world's great creeds some will claim 

Though differing in form 

Are fundamentally the same 

When of their trappings shorn 

If this were so then no need 

Of Christ upon the cross 

His blood would then but vainly plead 

How great then mankind's loss 

For redeemer there must be 

To wash away the stain 

Our consciences to us reveal 

For this the Christ was slain 
 

No other faith or yet hope

This great distinction shares

So radical the Christian's God

No other way compares

No narrative but one proclaims

One risen from the grave

The Lamb of God who ever seeks

To bless, forgive, and save

All religions may well seem

Alike and interlinked

But that defined by Jesus is 

Outrageously distinct

LOVE 

 

Love is the lifeblood of mankind

The holy bread, the sacred wine

It's warmth as precious as the sun's

When through our veins it does not run

Then have all our woes begun

 

For Love's not envious or proud

Nor self centred, brash or loud

Love is patient, love is kind,

And keeps no score of wrongs in mind

And ever to the truth inclined.

 

Love's like a mountain, reaching high

Where bright exulting angels fly

Immense, immeasurable and sure

Stable, steadfast, and secure

All else may fail - Love will endure

Love's like a river flowing free

And ever more expansively

From the ocean of God's Grace

To every land and every place

To heal our fretful fevered race

 

Love's like a seed that cannot die

Though for a time it dormant lies

In wastelands it will yet take root

And blossom on each branch and shoot

And yield at length it's joyous fruit

 

Love's the great attribute of God

Who's feet upon this earth have trod

And carried our iniquity

Upon the cross of Calvary

Such Love He bears for you and me.

1 Corinthians 13

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