If Only? - Poem by Mary Wismer
We we could put into words
our highest ideal of all
that is most lovely and lovable,
beautiful, tenter, gracious, liberal and strong.
If only we could grasp what mighty,
everlasting love who chastens us, not for us.
Revenge but for a glorious reason.
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