Love is a complicated word,
It can't be described by other words,
But it is tangible and powerful,
It is gentle and sweet.
Love is the feeling of coming home
After a long, long time away,
Love is the warm feeling
of a friend's embrace,
Love is a father's shoulder
That you can always cry on,
Love is the song sung
By many voices all as one,
Love is the crippled baby
Sleeping softly in my arms,
Love is the tear fallen
For the lost, hurt, and broken
Love is the loud laughter among
The very best of friends,
Love is the smile
on my brother's face.
Love is a baby boy,
Laying in a manger,
Love is the great joy
When He became our Savior,
Love is the blood
He poured out to save our souls,
Love is the dark emptiness
Of his tomb.
Love is a complicated word,
But the message it carries
Shakes us to our knees.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
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