Is love another silly lie,
For all mankind to chew, then buy,
A tease, a myth, a proverbial dream
Like chocolate cheesecake supreme?
Or is love real, more than we can know,
Something intangible, or quid pro quo,
Is love a wish, a thought, or a deed,
Something we hope for, or something we need?
Some scholarly minds think love is in all,
Human nature's fit and did not fall,
That mankind is best when allowed to be
Totally natural and completely free.
But history tells a different tale,
Of just how cruel and morally frail
Humans can be on their own accord,
We're lost, for sure, and often bored.
But off on the distant horizon rises
A brilliant hope filled with surprises,
A joy that goes beyond circumstances,
And calls us to join in life's rich dances.
Love incarnate clothed in hope,
A divine offering, a rescue rope,
The brightest light eternally shines,
And all good things Jesus defines.
