Classic Poem

He, Himself, appears as bail
when I am taken before the court,
and He teaches me to be obedient
and to live in His light.
Art merely puffs up, love constructs,
all comes to naught unless God's Bride
rules in a royal way. O Love! O love!
Lead us with thee by thy hand,
by thy bands of love, for false
love misguides! Amen!
Alexander Mack.