This world is oft a battle ground
With pain lies and fears
Where conflicts wars where fights abound
Flooding souls with tears
So many living life of strife
May think this statement odd
Who hate their neighbour in this life
Is also hating God
Hate is the pride of Satan’s tools
Pouring it forth like wine
Filling cups of kings and fools
Displeasing the Divine
But love springs forth from Heaven’s streams
Straight from the heart of Christ
Rewarding far beyond one’s dreams
When truly sacrificed
When justly shared with one in need
When loving hearts give free
Souls will receive the planted seed
That grows into a tree
A tree with trunk with deep strong roots
With branches reaching wide
Bearing to them, sweet wondrous fruits
Who bitter tears have cried
God sees the tears His children weep
He hopeful the seed we sow
Of which the harvest each will reap
When to our rest we go
Hatred but yields an empty tare
The fruit of barren seed
Instead of love’s eternal share
[FONT='Times New Roman','serif']It reaps but thorny weed…..[/FONT]
