TRUE LOVE

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    TRUE LOVE

    If I could teach the world about true love
    I would give you these words that I have.
    The type of love that brings tears of joy
    And make you celebrate and laugh.
    The type of love that is just the thought
    Can brighten up your day.
    The type of love that you want to be around
    And always tells you to stay.
    The type of love you will call your first
    In everything you do.
    The type of love that never hurts
    But is there just to comfort you.
    Whenever you are down and you feel alone
    The love takes you in arms so soft.
    You don’t have to by gifts or take this love out
    Because you love is already brought.
    Who is your first love? Can you remember?
    Because he remembers you.
    You may have forgotten that he has done a lot and
    There is nothing that he won’t do.
    You think of Him when you wake
    And can’t wait to hear what he has to say.
    Do you want to know Him? Let me give you His number
    And you can call him everyday.
    His name is Jesus and his number you remember
    Because you know Him as your first.
    The one that truly loved you and was there when you needed.
    For better and for the worse.
    He loved you so much He said He would die
    Just to make sure you would live.
    He doesn’t ask for much; just a simple “thank you”
    And whatever thanks you can give.
    When was the last time you knew a love like His?
    Compared to all the others you have known.
    Let’s you see another day and all he asks is for you too pray
    No need to even pick up a phone.
    His goodness is always true and His love is beyond any ranks.
    So the next time you may have time, I have this friend of mine
    Named Jesus and you can give Him thanks.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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