The Question Of Love Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Ever meet the love of your life?
However well it’s spliced
Hate can sever it like a knife
Except it be of Christ

Such love was seen upon a tree
Love of a virgin birth
Love that for others ran so free
Its covered all the earth

Such love’s the force within God’s mind
Within His aching heart
Whilst hate can make a man so blind
It tares from God apart

Conflicting factors in the air
Yet questions can’t remain
What else but love had Christ to share?
Suffering so much pain

Hate could never prove such strength
Whatever fuel we give
Yet love would go to any length
To help another live

With tender love the sick grow well
With love our spirit’s free
Yet hate can lead to death and hell
Unless it bends it’s knee

Unless it fears The Master’s sword
The Father’s watchful eyes
Where at the feet of Christ The Lord
It shrivels till it dies

For love’s the force whom God’s made wise
The sheep of Jesus’ fold
Who’s heads were crowned at hates demise
And in the grave lies cold