Love gives in gentle grace
What things cannot possess
For things are cold and commonplace
Against love’s kind caress
Its armistice endures
Unrivaled element
Of motive, perfect, patient, pure
And self-irrelevant
Love does not lose its nerve
Nor clings to greedy gain
Love gives and shares without reserve
From selfless founts within
Oh Lord, how great You are
Lord, there is none like you
You see the intent of our hearts
Yet love us through and through
© Janet Martin
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