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Mon 24 Feb, 2003 05:42 pm
For the Love of God
You ask me how can I justify myself?
You say I hurt the ones I love--that I don't doubt.
Hurt was not meant. Hurt was my cross--the load shifted.
I'm not sorry for the strength you gave--
I'm sorry for my desire to carry judgment day for you--to you--
With more immediate haste.
My love for you perhaps underscored my hate of hate.
How can I repair damage done with no over-loving?
My love could never reach your magnificent grace.
Your grace,
Your love,
My love,
Your gift.
How I love you, God of Heaven, I cannot speak.
The way I love you, God of Heaven, speaks with my life.
I'm 45,
Young and old,
Retired and born again--
The child of the ancients.
Truemale
Copyright 2001 "Truemale"
truemale died last year.
he did have a good writting style..
@shewolfnm,
we miss you Pups miss your picking on my computer skills raven now has a family 2 little ones cute little brats you know about zack he is getting big tony still is loud and smart mouth anyway just wanted to tell ya i love ya and i really do miss our talks belive it or not i did hear alot of what you had to say missing you, laura
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