All human love is worth less than it could be,
For human love's simply crudely framed restraint,
Impoverished souls who kick tires and check paint,
God's love also judged another wannabe.
For some it's true, my floor could be your ceiling,
Yet for others, well, my ceiling is your floor,
Either way, both tenants certain they need more,
And yes it's clear, his view is more appealing.
It is hard to say what faculty got lost,
Besides grace that is (the most important one?)
It's so clear we lack the vision of God's son,
Who gave up His life in love in spite of cost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the way you view Human love and by the grace of God we live with it and thanks to his sacrifice...its a nice feeling to love one another...regards