The Father says, “I love you, child.”
But those by baser things beguiled
ignore the witness of things wild.
The Son extends His hands to say,
“I love you, child; come, walk My way.”
We nail His hands, then turn astray.
The Spirit, armed with saving grace,
“I love you!” says, right in your face
and takes your heart in His embrace.
So when that small, bright bloom you see,
that lure waved by the Deity,
then from those leaflets, one in three,
receive God’s love, unhurriedly. —T. M. Moore, Bricks and Rungs
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