Love was never just a time, <br />a waltz to dance within a rhyme, <br />but a chance for a new mind, <br />and lemonade from salty brine; <br />What is yours and what is mine, <br />we both behold at the same time. <br />Things above that matter most <br />seem elusive, like a ghost; <br />Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, <br />left a word, if we can hear it. <br />God is never far away, <br />but ready for the heart that prays. <br />Anything that you may say <br />may happen to you anyway, <br />so make sure you are secure, <br />the cross of Christ the only cure <br />for wasted days and darker nights, <br />if His will is our delight. <br />If all things are to be right, <br />we must come into the light.<br /><br />John Robert McCook<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-heart-of-it-all/
