My Love

Thus Says The LORD,

Through much pain did I endure,
To hold you in My arms secure.

To remove all that is impure,
To make you holy and truly pure.

To dismantle a thought unsure,
Of My love that is your cure.

A love that fights and will endure,
So you My love will hold it secure.

This love forgives all that is impure,
For it is My love which makes you pure.

No need to stand in a place of unsure,
For My love, My love, is truly the cure.

Come to Me as I allure,
With a love designed to procure.

A relationship with you for sure,
For it is anything but premature.

I died and rose and did not obscure,
The sight of My love as I assure.

Here My love, I reassure,
It is a love that is pure, sure, secure, and will endure.

Says The LORD.

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