John Robert McCook
True Love Returns - Poem by John Robert McCook
Now is the time for all good men
to reexamine themselves again.
To ask themselves the nature of sin,
to rededicate their lives again;
What is left by the blowing wind
of what is why, and where is when,
To see with eyes like His above,
to find the true meaning of the word "love."
More than just a state of mind,
more willing than just to be kind;
in fact it is a Servant's heart,
as He told us at the start.
Tell the story once again,
in your own words, as to a friend;
First to yourself, as you begin,
you'll never be the same again.
More than just a song to sing,
not angel dust, but Spirit wings
that show the meaning of all things,
that life is more than just a fling.
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