Love Turns Mere Water Into Wine Poem by Royston Nella

Love turns mere water into wine
and earthly things become divine.
It swallows hurt and hatred up
and sweetens every bitter cup.

Love satisfies the deepest thirst
and always puts its' loved one first.
It does not hurt, but seeks to please
and even loves its enemies.

Love ascends the steepest hill
determined God's will to fulfil.
Love willingly lays down its' life
and gives up all in sacrifice.

Love hangs upon Golgotha's tree
with arms outstretched so wide for me.
Then Love cries out, 'Father, forgive, '
lays down His life that I might live.