(or "from above" Love)
There is a chance for me - ’coz every cell,
within my body has your written word
of life and love, and wisdom, who can tell -
your great amazing way is like absurd-
-ly good, and wonderful, above our “might”.
Your ways beggar belief.
’ don’t have a clue!
I’ll trust you even though I'm not too bright,
’n it doesn’t honour you much when I do.
But here I am just trusting your good word.
I think that’s good and right, because you keep
your word, and that’s what keeps all hell deterred,
along with death and pain - what makes folk weep…
And keeping your own word’s your kind of love,
not with a needy “I desire..” thing,
but my real needs fulfill, as “from above”
you look, and see, and know. You are the king!
The king “of love”, provision, & request
from me, for my own good, to help me sing,
bring gladness, pleasure, power, and the best
of disciplines that come from treasuring.
Your ways aren’t of the dirty predator*.
But disciplined yourself, you help me learn
good manners and to think (as editor*)
before I speak, or act, or welcome, spearne,
allow others to “do their thing” dispense,
with me, to me, or me to them as well
(somewhat, because we have some influence).
You bring the smell of heaven, not of hell!