The Crown Of Love
Wanda Hartley Butts 4/27/2009
There is a crown that last forever and forever.
Without it, the head is always empty,
and the heart is very cold and lonely.
But the ordinary dwelling is a palace with it,
Bringing sunshine into the dreary day.
All the wealth of the world will not buy it,
and all the might of armies can not force it,
and all the hands that reach out of the dark
are powerless to pluck it from the soul.
It is not hidden in some guarded grave,
far from the grasp of common people.
It is not far above the bright blue sky
until there's no garland for little children.
Their mothers can rejoice in motherhood,
and their fathers can be faithful to contact
with Love and Light, the Covenant of the ages
where everything is a mockery without it.
Love is the crown of life, for God is Love,
and He that dwells in Love dwells in God,
and to be without His Light forever, that is hell,
that slips on the Light’s Crown of Thorns.