Love Isn't

Love isn’t a rose

but love is the thorns

love isn’t a white picket fence

but love is the nails

love isn’t red

love is clear, colorless and pure

love isn’t rings and earthly things

love is the pain endured in hell

 

love is the thorn’s he wore in his crown

love is the nails that pierced his palm

love is the water that flowed from his sides

when all his blood had drained

love is the spirit that he left behind

when he went to prepare our next home

love is the sacrifice he made for us

when he was crucified, died, and was buried

love is the voice that cried up from the cross

when he said, “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do”

 

love is not a simple, fickle, and imperfect feeling in the heart of man

no, true love is the compassion of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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