

Abide in the Father,
Who dwells high above;
There you will find,
The secret to His love.
Love is so patient,
And kindness is what's known;
Love believes and endures,
And doesn't turn to stone.
Love is soft and caressing,
Like an angel's feather;
It isn't rough or tough,
or made of any leather.
Love is the secret,
To a giving heart;
It feeds the poor,
And will never once depart.
Rejoice in the truth,
and say it with love;
It dwells from within,
And come from above.
Copyright ©2000 Brenda Atkinson McMahon
All Rights Reserved




Photo of Mia Preston
Taken by Brenda A. (Preston) McMahon
Copyright ©1988

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