Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
It’s sad but it’s true, his life ended with tears
life’s celebration postponed, because of lost years
his heart was too tender to live with love’s pain
and failed him before he could savor pain’s gain
For like grapes from a vine, that are crushed by a press
our hearts must be squeezed to surrender their best
but too often we run from conflict and pain
and miss the rewards that love’s battles can gain.
For to live is to love, and to love is to live
and each time that we’re hurt is a chance to forgive
so thoughts of love left unshared, from too many lost years
saddens the heart for a life ended in tears.
So let’s try to rejoice for the years that we had,
for the love that we shared, for the good and the bad.
And with compassion let’s carry the pain of those we hold dear
to lessen the number of unwanted lost years.