We blindly toss this word of love around
With no clear meaning, or real depth of thought;
Perhaps fulfilment of our pleasures sought,
Or where our satisfaction might be found.
For selfish is our so-called natural love
And all too often substituted just
As a replacement for desire and lust,
And far from what is given from above.
For real love comes from God of highest heaven,
A love which gives, and not for selfish gain;
A love which is prepared to go through pain;
That love from God alone so freely given.
The love I have from God is but the start;
Lord, feed it with your love and fill my heart.
Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for
another, that ye may be healed. The effectual
fervent prayer of a righteous man availed much.