Fruits Of His Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soaring over, through, and into canyons of earthly life, believing in God, filling my spiritual life with all the fruits of His love.
Never being patronized, ridiculed, abused, only loved unconditionally for who I am within.
A blessing in awesome proportions, never descending any lower than possible.
God's purpose keeps ascending stairways to heaven, and He fully expects me to walk up them without looking back.