Love Is Patient; Love Is Kind
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Jonathan Meyer on Unsplash
When wells of love in me run dry,
and I no longer see
the cup of living water
kindness offers up to me,
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When wells of love in me run dry,
and I no longer see
the cup of living water
kindness offers up to me,
In ancient times Christ walked upon the earth
as Son of God, a man of flesh and bone.
Some loved Him from the moment of His birth.
Some came to love Him after He was grown.
Larger than life am I, thy Lord, and yet
I too must wander in the wilderness,
must wield the crushing weight of man’s distress,
must cleanse the fallen earth in blood and sweat.
A child was given to the world
one perfect, starlit night.
He came to bless us with His truth
and fill our souls with light.
He was the Son of God and Mary,
human yet divine,
the only One who had the pow’r
to take your sins and mine.
One quiet night in Bethlehem,
One rough and lonely manger bed.
One star as bright as breaking day,
One Baby nestled in the hay.
Who knows and loves the Savior more
than a believing child?
His faith is fresh and innocent;
her spirit, meek and mild.
When I am weakened by the pain,
the sorrow every life must bear,
I reach out for thy steadfast hand
and feel a sacred presence there.
O Savior, thou art good to me.
Encircled in thine arms, I find
the salve for every weeping wound,
the balm to ease my troubled mind.