Dale Ridge church of Christ

Love is the key

To the heart’s door.

It can make a man free

Or cut him to the core.

 

Love has the power

To take one’s breath.

It can be as a flower

Or as a kiss of death.

 

Love mishandled

Can be a dangerous thing.

It can melt as a candle

Or be as a storm in spring.

 

Yet, love that is nurtured

And allowed to bloom

Can be as a suture

On a horrible wound. 

 

God gave man love

To help him through life.

A glimpse of heaven above

In a world full of strife.

 

May we always be thankful

For the love that God gave

By sending His beloved Son

That we might be saved.

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Filed under: Poetry, Ruth Carter on August 14th, 2008