'My song is love unknown'
I stumbled through this love song
croaked
whined
fumbled
off key.
Here is a challenge for you!
I usually ask you to consider
Emotional Intelligence
or
Emotional Literacy
or
Observation
or
Self Revelation
questions, but
this is a deep one.
Breathe
It is to read the following.
Drink at the cup -
not gulp -
just sip.
Breathe
Reread parts
go slow
pause
slip back a line
allow your imagination to spin off
encourage diversions of thought lines
let the word/s dig into your life
relate it to life now
transpose one word
two, or more, words
into your very vital existence.
Breathe
Encourage it to touch all your senses..
Don't shut down.
Note what you like
distaste
feel
love
Breathe
Make it spiritual
make it concrete
make it about principle
about practice
about living .........
Breathe
here it is - look out for the KISS
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My song is love unknown,
My Savior’s love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take, frail flesh and die?
He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed for Christ would know:
But O! my Friend, my Friend indeed,
Who at my need His life did spend.
Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then “Crucify!” is all their breath,
And for His death they thirst and cry.
Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
He gave the blind their sight,
Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
Themselves displease, and ’gainst Him rise.
They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they saved,
The Prince of life they slay,
Yet cheerful He to suffering goes,
That He His foes from thence might free.
In life, no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have;
In death no friendly tomb
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say? Heav’n was His home;
But mine the tomb wherein He lay.
Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King!
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my Friend, in Whose sweet praise
I all my days could gladly spend.
