His Eternal Love
The earth has wounded thee, for thou comest unto the Lord
And in thy faith He shall bind up thy wounds
For as thou art long suffering, and many and grievous are thy wounds
Yet surely with all of this and in the binding thereof
Thou art made in the wholeness of thy God.
And when the day of thy deliverance cometh
and thou canst look back and seeth therein
All thy works and all thy deeds
And they shall be counted, but not as he who builds the fortress
Nor does he march with conquering armies
neither shall the glitter of golden jewels be about him.
For these things are counted not in the house of the Lord
For only in these things which are of love
And to thy fellow man thou hast given of this love
For in the giving and in the counting
Thou wearest the shining cloak of his Eternal Love.
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