Love is a stronger force;
The only one that conquers Hate.
Its constant drop can birth remorse
Although for some, it is too late.
Yet still with hope we have to face
The daily risks of undue offense,
Some are so cutting and lacking in grace
Our hearts are crushed, we've no defense.
Our comfort will flow from heaven above
God touches all who are one in His Spirit
In prayer, we're moved to bless with His love
And His glory fulfilled as we all receive it.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.21.13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem