Love
One flash of truth towards me would destroy my enmity at once.
Thou dost demand our love, holy Lord Christ, And batest nothing of thy modesty; Thou know’st no other way to bliss the highest Than loving thee, the loving, perfectly.
His life is not in knowing that he lives, but in loving all forms of life.
One hearty confession of wrong, and our enmity passes away; from each comes forth the brother who was inside the enemy all the time.
He is made for the All, for God, who is the All, is his life.
How the earthly father would love a child who would creep into his room with angry, troubled face, and sit down at his feet, saying when asked what he wanted: ‘I feel so naughty, papa, and I want to get good’!
The law comes to make us long for the needful grace,—that is, for the divine condition, in which love is all.
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