Small babe crying,
Her very existence
While Mother is sighing
Is this love?
She develops in uncertainty
Basking in apathy
The result of a broken home.
'Love is patient, love is kind'
Is there real truth in this line?
'It does not envy, it does not boast',
Cynicism attempts to capture her as a host
'It always protects, always trusts always hopes, always perseveres',
But where have you been, Lord, all these years?
'Love never fails.'
Yet your Glory prevails,
And I'm on the narrow road to salvation.