Truth
Was real but clouded, unthinking, immense--
A love carnal, impulsive, lusting, intense.
Not controlled could it be but gratified;
For this desire was sin, not vilified.
The disparate exchange of sex for love
Seemed the worthy investment but it proved
At last much more than what both could afford.
For'n their concupiscence--spark, bang, a cord
Which held new life for the unexpected:
A disposable clump to be corrected.
Truth
Was there were other lovers unlike those
Who indulged in vices, their crises and chose
A life of false dreams, hopes and denials.
That there could be lovers despite trials
Who held to God's plan glorifying Him:
A ring, a wedding-- though not always prim.
These sinners not relying on their works,
Not proud of themselves, honest and shirked
Any self-righteousness and clung to the just,
Holy, and perfect Christ by whose blood must
Have secured their adoption unfabled
Because of a great God who enabled
Children of wrath, enslaved to the Liar,
Become vessels of grace, sons of the Father.
Yea though the lust-stricken lovers had erred
The mother did turn wrong to right with care.
For she chose not to end the life of such
An infant made by impulse, whim, and lust.
She had high'r, better, nobler hopes for him,
So that he would not lead a life so grim.
A father, mother, 2 sisters, he'd get--
A life in the church, in Christ and what's best.
These owning to their once sorry estate
Now, due to the new life the Lord creates,
Seek to commit now
With a gracious vow
Much like the Father's
Act of love: gather
A child in their arms
From despair, woe and harm.
Hasten O Lord time
That soon they may find
The child You've chosen
Whose heart, not frozen,
Is open to embrace
Their home and place.
The road is long, rough
And fearful and must
Require the Lord's
Strength, so they ought hoard
Prayer, strength and grace,
For through You they can
Face.
