Ph: Love: My Love For You Has Its Limits - Poem by Brian Johnston
A soul is never mine to keep
Though it might be my own
For sure not mine to give away
As if it were a stone.
And soul belonging to one bound
By love (to me a slave)
Is not my slave but family,
In God's strength I am brave!
So do not think that I own yours
Or want to give you mine
For what we share is so much more
Than paper valentine.
Our souls are what bind us to God
A hallmark of creation
A reservoir for us to fill
Not parks and recreation.
My love is only human love
Unless it's in His service
Which brings me back to love of self
Whenever I get nervous
How can I say I love the Lord
If I don't love myself
Or claim to serve His Holy Name
While passive on a shelf
But help me Lord to love Your Voice,
And ways that aren't my own
And in denying mortal flesh
Stand tall before Your Throne.
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