No life my friend compares
With the beauty of the Lord,
No jewels, no gold nor silver shines,
Like the love of Him adored.
So much remains a mystery,
His work tells us so,
But it is by faith we understand,
And know which way to go.
I pray then as you read these words
Your heart is soft and tilled,
So that the seed which God will plant
Will grow to do His will.
God, Jesus and Holy Spirit,
All miraculously one,
God is calling you my friend
Through your Saviour, God's own Son.
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