Song of songs:4:16 Awake North wind Rise up South wind Blow on your garden And spread the fragrance all around. The love that my God lavished upon me Without tags; That He poured out on me The Holy Spirit blows over me To spread the fragrance of this love to others. Have I become stagnant? A dead end? Have I become opaque not to reflect? This limitless love that He has heaped over me The aura ought to be spread to others. Only if I realize the luxury of this love Will I mirror His love The way He loved me; will I be loving others Unconditional; Unequivocal; without labels. Holy Spirit blow over me That I mayn't be self centred to not spread this love Of the Father; through the Son That the love of the Trinity I can show To my loved ones; without taking them for granted To my enemies; as Christ has set an example To difficult people around me; that they may see You To the neglected; as an answer to their prayers. To the marginalized; ...
Amateur as I am, halfbaked as I am. But i write with a purpose, to point to my master, to show of His love. The love I've seen in His eyes, is not just for me. This bard hence writes so that you would see His love too