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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

To the Author of the World's Best-Selling Book




Love is a shelter, You said to me:
Then You demonstrated it completely.
You gave that shelter willingly,
Even when I was unworthy.

Love is a house to enter in; locking the door behind.
Throwing away the key, still having a peace of mind.
Fire would come around, but the house won’t collapse
It will stand the fire, and those other mishaps.

Love is not a word that people simply fall into,
Nor a blaze that comes and goes after a day or two.
You said it isn’t a contract but a covenant,
To commit to forever, never to leave in an instant.

Help me then, to take that step, that as I look ahead
I’m assured, for You’re in control; You are the head.
Help me to enter the house and to lock the door behind,
To throw away the key, yet have a peaceful mind.

(note: This poem is written for the author of the world’s best-selling book since time immemorial. The book has sixty-six headings. It continues to change and inspire lives until today, having survived many eras of persecution. Translated in various languages, the book remains a best-seller around the globe.)

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