The means to love begins with trust,
and faith in Him who forms with dust.
But how, O Lord, shall I attain,
to a love for those whom I disdain?
A love with strength enough to bless,
and pray for those who bring forth stress?
Sweet resolve rests in your Book of Life,
breathed out for ones born into strife.
Again, I ask, remind my soul,
before unbelief may take its toll.
That your sovereign goodness is worthy of trust,
ushering in freedom to again adjust;
From complacent heart to one brimming with love,
rooted deep within your Son above.
Careful religion nor its disregard amount to much,
nonetheless, I am apt to run to such.
For in Christ Jesus, the plan superior,
is one in relation to the interior;
Faith expressed in love.
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