Only Pure Love
Who has set your table?
All facets of love must spring from a core of pure love. Anything less will fall short of the love from heaven above.
Before I arrived, my Father, Jehovah, created everything by love and a smile.
Nothing was left to chance. Perfection existed wherever you would glance.
A plate from above, fully reflected my Sovereign’s love.
A plate overflowing with the best. Could man ever live up to the test? The table was now set.
Would he fall short? And, in his weakness love abort?
Not if he would eat from the plate and its true source.
Wisdom, justice, power, and love. These were pure, heaven sent from above.
In our imperfect state, Jehovah’s commitment to us continues to be great.
Sustaining us each day. Feeding us and nourishing us both in physical and spiritual ways.
This is the only table of pure and committed love.
© Rita Duponty, 2021
In response to the following prompt. Thank you Diana for such a thought provoking subject.
Thank you for considering these words today. May we continue to nourish our love.
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