Unconditional Love
Love is like a violin
someone wrote it in a song,
but if the strings asunder tear
then the heart is all alone
and the world is full of hate
a place of hell for everyone.
Someone sang there is no God
no heaven above or hell below.
The truth is written in the texts
for all to see and all to know
but who will read and be so wise?
Who will love and who will grow?
Love pangs yearn in all our hearts
but when absent hate will show
its vengeful head will rise to fill
and like a virus it will sow
it reigns where love once was
the seed of vacancy will grow.
The world won’t turn for very long
not without such love to sow
we cannot see the joy or peace
that earth gave us to grow
vile words, a crown of thorns
witnessed by all who know.
If you choose a different route
if you don’t believe…Your loss
if you don’t lend yourself to love
the devil will be your boss
if you don’t believe in Christ
who’s he they nailed to the cross?
D Marsden ©2021
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