Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 23, 2007 1:43:10 GMT -5
LOVE – The Fulfilment of the Law
Love came sweeping on the shore of the lake,
Tides of Love, and then,
“Behold!” He spoke. “It is I!
And Love breaks through, soft breeze through
The thorn trees and sharp-taloned birds.
Love is the mirror- surfaced shield
On which the daggered hatred spins and slides
And cannot find a grip.
And only the light shines back at His tormentors.
Love, wearing a crown of pain
Stronger than the piercing nail,
Stronger than splintered and unyielding
Instrument of torture.
Stronger than evil
Stronger than death.
Behold, He says, there will be no words spoken
On that day.
But understand the line that’s drawn
Between the sheep and goats.
They that saw me not in want of water,
In the least of brothers.
The world, drowning in pride of possessions,
Thirsts for My love.
Open your eyes He says,
And see there is no sin my Love has not yet covered.
And you, forgiven so much
Are called to loose the last of clinging pride,
Draw back the heavy curtained dark night
Of your soul and let the light shine in.
And since Love bought you, twisted in
The dark of pain, then love until it hurts
And gain the crown of life.
(C) PAULINE GRIFFITHS
Love came sweeping on the shore of the lake,
Tides of Love, and then,
“Behold!” He spoke. “It is I!
And Love breaks through, soft breeze through
The thorn trees and sharp-taloned birds.
Love is the mirror- surfaced shield
On which the daggered hatred spins and slides
And cannot find a grip.
And only the light shines back at His tormentors.
Love, wearing a crown of pain
Stronger than the piercing nail,
Stronger than splintered and unyielding
Instrument of torture.
Stronger than evil
Stronger than death.
Behold, He says, there will be no words spoken
On that day.
But understand the line that’s drawn
Between the sheep and goats.
They that saw me not in want of water,
In the least of brothers.
The world, drowning in pride of possessions,
Thirsts for My love.
Open your eyes He says,
And see there is no sin my Love has not yet covered.
And you, forgiven so much
Are called to loose the last of clinging pride,
Draw back the heavy curtained dark night
Of your soul and let the light shine in.
And since Love bought you, twisted in
The dark of pain, then love until it hurts
And gain the crown of life.
(C) PAULINE GRIFFITHS