Sweet Love

A Poem By Damaris Ann // 2/17/2017

Pink and burnt sienna roll across the sky
Blue comes along to kiss the moon goodbye
Sweet times! Sweet times! Birds titter and chime
This day is new-born, this is now the time
Let's gift love to the broken-hearted
Mingle our tears over one's who have parted
Purge away bitterness from many past years
Grant forgiveness to those we have greeted with sneers
Be Christ! Be Christ! Oh, give them your all
Be the gentle hand that lifts up from a fall
Show Christ! Show Christ! Don't judge without grace
Let them see His joy in your bright shining face

To give is the gift we should all strive for
To give with sweet love like He gave us before
The cross oh! the cross is our call in this world
The cross where new life was slowly unfurled
Do tell! Do tell! Let salvation's story swell
Do tell of His choice and His saving from Hell
Damnation! Damnation! Oh God, we are free!
You see now your Son when You look down at me
Sweet love! Sweet love! To live glory out
To spread it abroad in His name we're about

Goodnight, goodnight, the time has now come
To rest from your work in the hand of the Son
Sweet peace, sweet peace, sweet peace at His throne
"My child" don't be weary, for you've arrived home

Comments

This is like a song!

This is like a song! Beautifully written, and inspiring.

Hannah D. | Sat, 02/18/2017

"Reason itself is a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all." - G. K. Chesterton

Aww thank you! I'm so glad

Aww thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Damaris Ann | Sat, 02/18/2017

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

This made me think of the

This made me think of the tolling of a bell!

I loved the sunset description.

Sarah Bethany | Wed, 02/22/2017

Thank you, Sarah! ❤️

Thank you, Sarah! ❤️

Damaris Ann | Thu, 02/23/2017

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

Beautiful ending

The ending is perfect. I loved it.

Libby | Fri, 02/24/2017

"Evening news is where they begin with 'Good evening,' and then proceed to tell you why it isn’t."

"Oh, I'm sorry...did the middle of my sentence interrupt the beginning of yours?"

Thank you so much, sweet

Thank you so much, sweet Libby.

Damaris Ann | Wed, 03/01/2017

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

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