THE HEART OF LOVE

We are so prone to walk away

When duty calls for us to share

The oil of grace, the wine of joy

So others know we really care.

We look for ways to show our thanks

For what the Lord has done for us

Yet fail to see, that outstretched hands

Are needing loving hearts to trust.

If just a cup of water shows

How much we claim to own His Name

Then shouldn't we do what He commands

And bind the wounds still held by shame?

The world can only understand

How God can fill the troubled heart

When by our love we show to them

His peace that never will depart.

--B. Pent