Compelled by Love
Compelled by Love
From depths within as if I would burst
Wells a fire born of Love’s grace
Compelling release of power sweet
As spring lashed rain
Yet mighty as eagle’s down.
What impetus, you ask, fills your breast
With beats of fife and drum
‘Ere in woodland, plain, or marsh you press
Onward, bearing Charity’s gift
To crippled, lame, and lost.
‘Tis Father’s mantle running red
Through Son so pure and holy
That bound my wounds,
Kissed tear-stained cheeks,
And whispered, “Come, dance with me.”
I cannot halt this journey
For all must hear Wind’s engaging song
Of ardor rich beyond measure
Freely lavished for all;
This, eternity’s greatest treasure.
Note: My wish to you during this festive season is that you would know true love so rich and full that welling up within you it overflows on all around.
