Love is to abide
Not to strive but be
Transparent inside
Not of you but me
It would never chide
Not cover but see
A time to confide
Not to die but bleed
Love draws nigh.

It heals wounds, past sins entombs,
Looks ahead, sees life instead.
It bends knees, from rumors flees,
Raises high, will sanctify.
Love is drawing nigh.