Love's the Thing


Do not self-improve.
Do not even try.
I dispatched my Son
And I watched Him die.
And I heard His friends
Beg the reason why.
(That they needn't die.)

And this holy life
That you strive to score
Is not bought with sweat.
Not to be a chore.
Simply probe the depths
Of my love's rich ore.
(And I have much more.)

If you must repent
Of a single slight,
Let it be your coldness
Again last night.
I was there for you
Just to hold you tight.
(To make all things right.)

It's the love you miss
In this very hour
That will save and cleanse
And endue with power.
I have plans for you
And will see them flower.
(Let my mercy shower.)

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