Love:

Why art thou bald in my heart,
When you ought to have grown
Strands of hair--lovelocks longer
Than the striking bow in the sky--
Reaching to the sole of my feelings?

Soul winning has limitless boons;
The Shepherd's welcoming glee:
To seek after the gone-astray sheep
And lead them to the fold of mercy.

He who converts a sinner to Christ
Reduces in this world crime and evil;
For they are creatures new who have
Been born again and deserted the devil,

Seeing for sweet sin the flesh yearns:
To be fed often with delightful iniquity.
By good deeds can no man be saved,
But by the blessed grace of Calvary.

Here, beneath the glittering sun--
The *wise shall inherit glad glory.
And there, beyond the shifting clouds--
They'll be relishing with Jesus eternally.

He, afront be; and first,
The stone cast, who
No wrong hath wrought.

No matter how vile a man might be,
Even viler than ****** and more terrible
Than the devil; he will nonetheless
Have cheerers--his own people.

Witches and wizards loathe light--
Day is never their buddy but night,
Like ritualists and robbers and strumpets
Who prefer to blow the trumpets

Of their acts mainly in the darkness.
And however "good" you are, as Jesus
Christ of Nazareth, many shall be
Your foes in the Sadducee and Pharisee

Of the world. Though truth be killed; yet,
It shall undoubtedly again resurrect.

It's either Elysium
Or Erebus,
When the die is
Cast.

The ability sincere to not in faith
Waver, to never for once cave in
Like Abraham to Sarah's chocolate
Gift of Hagar--

For by her Midas' touch, she
Turned her own maid to a mistress:
The genesis of a prolong distress--

When God's promises look lingering
Like a night dark and weary,

As pressure like tides keeps rising, but
To tarry still in hope and be decidedly
Waiting for heaven's bright day of reality
Like Joseph when folks, as the but-
Ler chief, are

Excelling in life, marriage and career--

Is verily an uncommon genre of grace,
Especially in this world of rat race.

For man, for comparison and jealousy,
Is no sooner despaired than he'd be
Seeking for an alternative in Ishmael, in-
Stead of waiting more for the blessing

Of a great child Isaac,

Who is the promised son and the only
Inheritor of the land brimming with milk--
Canaan--and dripping with honey.