Heaven help the busy self important person,
Who uses the word friend as a weapon,
What is desired and desperately sought,
Is grasping at satisfying eternity’s call,
While being deaf to love that is humbly offered,
Self declarations of true goodness don’t hold up,
When justice makes the final decision,
Searching beyond what was done,
Finding the heart that belonged to Love,
The day hate is stopped in its tracks,
Will be the day of terror for the self righteous.
Shallow vestiges of earthly beauty are clung to,
But, they are quickly fading as life disappears,
Eternal beauty was lost to meaningless words,
Spoken without truth then quickly forgotten,
Not even knowing the lies that easily said,
Lots of words without wisdom amount to nothing,
Eternity’s promise is lost no longer to be found.
Out of a beautiful care for the voiceless,
Emerges the true loveliness of grace’s face,
Always responding by seeking the merciful path,
Grace is the loving eyes that meet with mine,
The calm voice that isn’t dismayed by loyalty lost,
Compassionately not making her pain another’s burden,
An open heart to the anxious spirit,
Humbled but lifted high forever,