Cross Reference: Twelve Matchsticks Spell Out Love Poem by Denis Martindale

Before the break of morning's light, before bird song commenced,
I woke from sleep with new insight I hoped would bless my friends.
The vision came, God sought a pen, a writer to relate,
Someone to reach out to all men and thus communicate!
The paper waited patiently for me to think things out -
Until God's power set truth free dismissing every doubt.
The pen obliged with equal care, content to bide its time,
Until the hour answered prayer perhaps gave rhymes sublime...
I waited on the Lord's command to write what must be done
And thus avoid His reprimand and lose what He'd begun.
The ticking clock maintained its beat, undaunted by my dreams,
Regardless of God's future treat and of the scribe's own schemes.
And then God spoke one single word - as if it were enough!
Like it was whispered, overheard, and that one word was, 'LOVE'...
I wrote it down expecting more! Yet none came Heaven-sent!
Matchsticks create the Cross, be sure! It's Gospel truth, my friend!
Christ's sign is built from L and O and also V and E,
Reminding us LOVE made Christ go to die on Calvary...
What use are visions night or day if we ignore what's true?
The King of Love won't turn away lost lambs like me or you...