Such Love

The love of men; the essence of weakness,
A facade of strength yet an interior of feebleness.
The strength of man is but the weakness of God,
The love of God so mighty and flawless.

A love sweeter as the years go by,
A love that will never die,
A love burning brighter in darkness and gloom,
A love that will forever bloom.

What love but the love of God,
Eternal and in time, fine and broad,
Without Him all is vapour and will be nought,
Thus may His fullness in us be wrought.

If we would set ourselves as a seal upon His heart,
And from Him never depart,
Then we would experience a love sweeter as the years go by,
And dearer as the ages roll by.

by Christine Tan