to acknowledge facts that seem to go against our treasured thoughts;
to listen long and quietly with open heart to learn;
to love the unknown ones whose thoughts we can't abide.
All too rare is such a thing for we are right, you see. And we may be, or me at least. And yet to stop and hear; to pray and dare believe the One who knows us best holds us to account and says, "The greatest of these is love."
"How do I work that out?" we ask, beloved, errant friends in mind. "Figure it out," comes the reply. "I will help you. But you'll have to listen."
All too rare is such a thing for we are right, you see. And we may be, or me at least. And yet to stop and hear; to pray and dare believe the One who knows us best holds us to account and says, "The greatest of these is love."
"How do I work that out?" we ask, beloved, errant friends in mind. "Figure it out," comes the reply. "I will help you. But you'll have to listen."
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