~ His Love Is THAT Free ~

Come Winter, come Spring,
Come Summer, then Fall,
All seasons gently transferred,
At creation's mighty call!

Once nature's a blazin,'
Seems like to me,
HIS LOVING ARMS EMBRACING,
His love is that free!

Daytime, Night-time,
Suntime, Moontime
Our Father looks adoringly,
Call upon me, Lord, just any-ole time.

Needing one another, loving neighbors,
helping, feeding, giving
Says, "These are your brothers."
"No, I will not serve." Do not say to me,
Try, help, care, His love is still free!

He's coming back, soon, don't tarry, or wait,
Your sins He FORGAVE!
HIS LOVE IS THAT FREE!

~*~

Diana Norris aka Ladydi
© 2008
 

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