1 Corinthians 13:4-7
New Living Translation (NLT)
4 Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud 5 or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. 6 It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. 7 Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
I wondered when I saw him
His face a sour scowl
What had made him turn that way?
His demeanor cold and foul,
What tragic event had left him
Without happiness or grace?
That had carved a surly frown
Upon his aging, craggy face,
So I asked the postman
Who had known for many years,
Why was he such a lonesome crank?
And why some many tears?
He’s been that way for years and years
Since way back in ’82,
When things went wrong one tragic day
And his life became so blue,
The loss was just too great for him,
It left his heart in pieces broken,
He could not quite recover
From the words that she had spoken,
They had met one summer’s night
When the stars and planets danced,
The aura of her beauty
Had left him in a trance,
He was thirty-two
And she but twenty-six,
Yet love soon bloomed and blossomed
With the kissing of their lips,
Then days became weeks and months
While their love grew deeper yet,
Until at last on bended knee
He pledged his troth without regret,
She gave a glad, excited “Yes!”
And held him tight to her chest,
‘I’ll marry you for certain”
But there’s one thing I must request,
I’ve spent my life in tiny towns
But I long for so much more,
If you’ll just move into the city
I’ll marry you for sure!
But my business is a family-one
Built with my father’s sweat,
How can I leave that all behind?
And not repay him that great debt?
“Then I must decline”, she sadly said
And though it breaks my heart,
I feel must pursue my dreams
And so I must depart,
And that my friend is how it came
That he wears such a face of gloom,
He chose to pay an honor’s debt
And not become a happy groom,
So if you find a love that’s true
And your hearts begin to bloom,
Do not throw away your single chance
Or you might be left with only gloom.
©2018 by William Pierce
Please open our eyes to the power of love. In a world filled with doubt and fear, it is the key to the door of happiness. May we all find the door, unlock the lock, and be willing to walk in. Thank You, Lord!