A Miracle of God: Love’s Behest

Sweetness with such clarity.
A mighty, ceaseless gain.
Violates most every ear,
The Devil’s grievous pain.

Changes now most every minute
A mind’s critique, surprise;
For daylight’s spoken empathy,
A rain before our eyes.

Then came roles of godliness,
A beauty for the ages.
The skeptics truly demonstrate,
A valentines for sages.

Awaiting mostly arrogance,
They’re barring saintly roles;
Engaging in some cognizance
A pressured worth for goals.

This valued stretch in history,
A suaveness, tone, catastrophe.
Through many years, provisioning,
God’s prayerful scenes so gladly.