William Tell


What Is Love?


Is love a word or is it a sound?
And can it be easily found? - -
Those who live by the creed: “For love’s sake! ”-
Is it worth the chances they take?

Is love a feeling or an action?
Or some lustful attraction? - -
Is it found in that moment of time,
When all the world seems so sublime?

These are frail attempts to love true.
For love found in its purest brew
Can never be weighed or be priced.- -
For who can value Jesus Christ?

His love for sinners never changes.
He who tracks the trackless ages,
He’ll keep our souls forever in grace - -
And will guide us on our weary race.

For Christ is love, a great love indeed.
And for all our sins he did bleed.
For he cares for those so unruly!
Christ is love, He loved - - so truly.

Submitted: Friday, March 07, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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