The Source of Love
Let not my love for you be mine to choose
As though I merely willed it to effuse
From somewhere in my fickle heart and mind
For reasons I could search my soul and find.
It isn’t that the reasons seem too weak:
They tell me that you’re everything I seek.
I marvel at the things you say and do
And thank the Lord each day for making you.
Your beauty beams and steals my breath away.
Your talents gleam like jewels on display.
Your gentle spirit, kindly smile, and voice
Are sweeter songs that make my heart rejoice.
Your grandest gift by which I’m still more awed
Is what I’ve seen in your pure love for God.
Small wonder that my heart outright admires
The woman who such wondrous thought inspires.
But all this mighty cause for wanting you
Could never guarantee my love was true.
For who am I to call such feelings love
Unless they be confirmed by God above?
My admiration’s real, I trust you know,
But human thoughts and motives ebb and flow.
The love I crave’s a much more glorious thing
That only from the Lord could ever spring.
Could such a love be mine by simple choice,
I never would have heard your pleasant voice.
For oft before, I’ve tried those flames to fan
When that was not the Savior’s perfect plan.
So I resolve to wait and trust each day
Until He makes me know somehow, some way,
That what I feel is not a fleeting whim,
But true enduring love bestowed by Him.
And if this longing prayer He should fulfill,
I’ll joyfully commit my heart and will
To peerless love that lasts at any price,
Believes, and bears, and shuns no sacrifice.
For when two hearts are joined by God as one,
They form a princely picture of His Son.
Those who the Father gives to Him will know
His love supreme that to the cross would go.
For thus the sovereign Lord’s effectual word
Ensures the hearts of His elect are stirred.
By His design their love for Him will sprout,
And in His love they know no fear nor doubt.
So I’ll not stew nor strive your love to gain,
Nor could my labors such a prize obtain.
The Lord in whom by grace we richly live
Alone can choose His perfect love to give.
Ed Morris, 2007
This page copyright © 2007 Edward A. Morris. Created November 3, 2007. Last updated November 3, 2007.