This morning's love-letter from God was gold-gilt-etched 💗💖
Happy Valentine's Day!
For a beautiful love story click this link
to todays Daily Bread Devotion
(I just learned what an octogenarian is!)
Many waters cannot quench love.
Oh-ho this hard -knock, soft-kiss,
flying-falling dosey-doe... Oh- ho this happy, hurting holding on
and letting go...Oh-ho this yearning-learning-earning wisdom starred and scarred...
No easy street to crown the ups and downs on love’s postcard...Oh-ho this giving-taking,
caring-sharing quite-a-fight... Oh-ho this multitude of sorrows to sweeten delight... Oh-ho,
the humble joy of feeling like our hearts could burst... Becomes the Prize that crowns
love’s sacrifice of others first... Oh-ho, we are so startled by how much
true love can hurt... Oh-ho, the heart holds artwork made
of diamonds set in dirt... Oh-ho, what we know
about love leaves us both vexed
and awed... At ups and
downs boundlessly
crowned with
the kind
love of
God
<3
© Janet Martin
(or traditional stanza form)
Oh-ho this hard-knock, soft-kiss, flying-falling dosey-doe
Oh-ho this happy, hurting holding on and letting go
Oh-ho this yearning-learning-earning wisdom starred and scarred
No easy street to crown the ups and downs on love’s postcard
Oh-ho this giving-taking, caring-sharing quite-a-fight
Oh-ho this multitude of sorrows to sweeten delight
Oh-ho, the humble joy of feeling like our hearts could burst
Becomes the Prize that crowns love’s sacrifice of others first
Oh-ho, we are so startled by how much true love can hurt
Oh-ho, the heart holds artwork made of diamonds set in dirt
Oh-ho, what we know about love leaves us both vexed and awed
At ups and downs boundlessly crowned with the kind love of God
© Janet Martin
Or this...
Oh-ho this hard-knock,
soft-kiss,
flying-falling
dosey-doe
Oh-ho this happy,
hurting
holding on
and letting go
Oh-ho this yearning-
learning-
earning wisdom
starred and scarred
No easy street
to crown
the ups and downs
on love’s postcard
Oh-ho this giving-taking,
caring-sharing
quite-a-fight
Oh-ho this multitude
of sorrows
to sweeten
delight
Oh-ho, the humble joy
of feeling
like our hearts
could burst
Becomes the Prize
that crowns
love’s sacrifice
of others first
Oh-ho, we are so startled
by how much
true love
can hurt
Oh-ho, the heart
holds artwork
made of diamonds
set in dirt
Oh-ho, what we know
about love
leaves us
both vexed
and awed
At ups and downs
boundlessly crowned
with the kind
love of God
© Janet Martin
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