Though I have open visions of my lass,
and prophecies, and tongues interpreted,
without her love, how am I profited?
Though vision, word, or tongue may come to pass,
the earth will seem like iron, heavens brass,
although these are the gifts I coveted,
and I have heeded what the prophets said,
if she has not loved me as Jesus has.
So follow after love, my love, and seek
your heart's adorning inwardly, my bride,
for I hear tongues of men and angels speak
in mysteries, and knowledge prophesied.
But who will love me, quietly and meek?
If you love me, how I am edified!
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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