Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things...
Sunday, 22 March 2009
What Love Is
Love: (Verb) to will the good of another at my own expense.
AMEN long for this to become my constant attitude and active response my friend thank you for how you demonstrate it in your writing I deeply value the comment you left me on that one post a few weeks ago :)
That sounds like love to me. It's also exactly the form of love God has for us. He's given a lot (understatement) on our behalf. And all because He loves us so much.
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And with no promise of any benefit whatsoever.
AMEN long for this to become my constant attitude and active response my friend thank you for how you demonstrate it in your writing I deeply value the comment you left me on that one post a few weeks ago :)
Oh, that I knew more of doing this!!
That sounds like love to me. It's also exactly the form of love God has for us. He's given a lot (understatement) on our behalf. And all because He loves us so much.
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