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Romantic 📄 372 words   ⏱ 1 min read   📅 2024-04-06

No Minimalist (When It Comes to Love)

For today's prompt, write a minimum poem. I cringed to write today's poem, drawing from'Love's Room For Improvement'Help me Lord, to be more than 1 Cor.13:1-8If I speak in the tongues[] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[] but do not have love, I gain nothing.Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.8 Love never fails. Imagine if God gave only the minimumof goodness and mercy?!Instead He left Heaven to the sinner's debtAnd break the curse of death and hell...By speaking uplifting words??No, by dying a brutal death on a cross!Love held nothing back but gave His all! To give the minimum will always be the giver's lossA deed performed for duty's sake, a thankless albatrossThe key to happiness is not a complicated planBut is, and has always been love; God first, then fellow man Love is no thankless joy; the more we give the more we gainThough its reward is not like the treasure misers maintainLove startles us with happiness that leaves hearts humbly awedAnd filled with incomparable, fathomless peace of God It is more blessed to give than to receive; can it beThis world groans because of Love's lacking generosity?Have we become erring experts, defending greed's excuseTwisting love's tender ties that bind mankind, into a noose? To give love's minimum will always be the giver's rueTo love only those who love us, even the pagans doOh, God, make our happiness and heart's desire burnWith love's invested maximum of Eternal Return Janet Martin May the song below  be our life-prayer🙏💕
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