In Jesus Christ are gathered all God’s plans,
His abundant blessings, the glorious work of his hands;
To enter and remain in him is my goal,
To finally reach the salvation of my soul.

The world is but a warped illusion,
A circus mirror of perfect temptation,
Offering death with a friendly smile,
The image of God twisted and hostile.

The apostle’s list is long of the Spirit’s fruit,
With love and peace and joy its strongest suit,
But all from a single cloth; under his control
He brings a transformation of the soul.

Of love we say too little

Of love we say too little, do we not?
And less we act from love with a neighbor near;
We nurse our irritations, God’s grace forgot,
Our deeds unfeeling and cold, our words severe.