Author: Uduak Okon
Date of Creation: 17th July 2025
I once thought love was soft and still,
A silent heart, a yielded will.
A quiet smile through every wrong,
A whispered prayer, a gentle song.
I thought to love was to forbear,
To always bow, to always care.
To let the storm around me blow,
Yet never let my anger show.
But love, I’ve found, wears sterner grace,
A firm resolve, a steady face.
It does not watch while truth decays,
It speaks the hard word when it weighs in.
It doesn’t flinch to draw the line,
To guard the soul with light divine.
It holds the rod—not out of spite,
But out of love that wars for right.
It weeps when wayward steps are taken,
Yet shakes the slothful heart to waken.
It won’t applaud what leads to pain,
But calls us back to truth again.
Brotherly love—the real, the true—
Will fight for me and carry too.
It doesn’t just endure my flaws,
It points me gently to God’s laws.
A love that dares to raise its voice,
That mourns for sin, but makes the choice
To bind the wound, to guide the soul—
To break, then make the broken whole.
So let my heart be bold and kind,
Correct with grace, with mercy bind.
For love is not just sweet or mild—
It’s both the parent and the child.
It bears the rod, it lifts the hand,
It helps the fallen one to stand.
This is the love that God bestows—
The kind that saves, the kind that grows.
Sizzling Sunday: 20th July 2025
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