Love doesn’t question, it affirms.
Love doesn’t judge, it accepts.
Love doesn’t break, it firms.
Love doesn’t feel, it acts.
Love doesn’t count, it treasures.
Love doesn’t go one time, it stands forever.
Love doesn’t sugarcoat, it gives more than the world’s pleasures.
Love doesn’t hurt, it cures more than fever.
Love doesn’t smother, it comforts the broken.
Love doesn’t go short-tempered, it calms storms.
Love doesn’t pick, it gives all the chance to be in heaven.
Love doesn’t stop, it restores even homes.
Love doesn’t ignore, it answers the right verse.
Love doesn’t lose your way, it leads you not to drift.
Most of all, love doesn’t curse, it offers itself as a gift.

Forgiveness isn’t that easy,
Especially with wounds so deep.
After all,life is like a daisy,
Its beauty forever can’t keep.

Enemies backbiting innocence,
And even tarnishes your flesh.
But in us is God’s presence;
To forgive is to love also what is trash.

Therefore, I ask of a merciful heart,
That peace can enter to where it belongs.
Then I shall do my part,
Absolve others’ sins to me and love prolongs.

Lord, keep me at bay,
That I may be like you:
To love unconditionally is to stay,
Well,grounded as you do.

Never to see adversaries as pagans,
But as my own neighbor.
This is us,Christians,
Imperfect but we’ll never abhor.

A love without bounds,
a love without brands.
A love so certain,
a love so true.
A love so pure of heart,
a love unbiased.
A love so steadfast,
a love that satisfies.
A love that protects all,
a love that never judges.
A love that accepts odds,
a love that comforts against nods.
A love that is genuine,
a love that improve imperfections.

No where else can I find such love,
but it is just in our midst.
What do we do, then,
embrace it or ignore it?
Take it as a blind spot,
miss your target and regret.
Take it as a beggar,
choose to be selfish.
But take it like your family,
you are complete.
I have found such,
And it's the love I hold dear forever.

Who am I to judge you, O Lord?
Who am I to kick you out of my life?
Who am I to doubt the things you gave me?
Who am I to blame you for my troubles?
Who am I to reject you as I've been rejected?
Who am I to refuse you when I'm being delayed?
Who am I to accuse you for getting in trouble?
Who am I to ignore you when you needed me?
Who am I to destroy your works of art?
Who am I to deserve to be loved by you?
Who am I to be worthy of your kingdom?
Who am I to whom you died for?

I could give millions of reasons why I'm unworthy,
I am but imperfect, I am but a sinner...
But you gave me one reason why:
Because you love me, and I am yours.
I'm a child of God.