I thought they didn't love me,
Of late did I realize,
All such assumptions were falls,
World love's like this all.
It loves the post,
Person's are immaterial as I find,
Don't take all things to heart,
Why should the blind lead the blind.
Love the Lord, oh my soul,
His love is perfect everytime,
This world may forsake you one day,
His love is here to stay.
Till the time you bank on human love,
Faliure and frustrations will abide,
The day you turn to the Lord,
Your life will turn into wine.
I am the wine you are the branch,
Severed from Me you are nothing apart,
Be fruitful and multiply,
Try my soul, thy Saviour try.
R. A. Jacob