Through rose-tinted glasses,Have I ever seen the world,Through golden sheen,that mist the eyes,And cloud the truth of vision;Rose-tinted glasses,A thousand times shattered,By those jolts of reality;Yet how quickly they mend,And heal the pain of knowing.And this is how I loved-Trusting pleasing illusions,Which were my wishful creations,Until they crashed to the dust,And left me a void of nothingness;So I loved because of the beauty I saw,The virtue and goodness,With which I draped their hearts,And I loved because I was loved,For I wanted my love to be returned;But this is the way of the child,And age was quick and ruthless,In rocking the boat,That floated on dreams,Of what I thought men to be;For I found that what I loved,Was a fairytale, unreal,And the hearts of men were evil;Devotion is met with slander,And they preyed upon innocence.Here was a trial of the heart,A test of faithfulness and truth-Is love so fickle to quickly die,When it is left unsatisfied?No, it must endure or love is a lie!Now my bright and rosy vision,Was left transparent,And the strength of my heart,Was tested-The depth of its rivers were measured.Can I love when love is not returned,When trust is betrayed,And faith is hurt?Love unfailing that asks nothing,But is pure, for its sake only;For love is not a feeling,To be swayed and driven,By the heart's changing directions;But though fruitless, unrequited, betrayed,Must go on, undaunted and brave.And in God alone, I found this love,For when he loved the souls of men,And chose them as his own,He knew that their weak and mortal love,Could never equal his own;We were unworthy and yet you loved,Though you knew the deceit of our hearts,Then teach us this love, so pure and divine-As when you died to save the very souls,Of the men who crucified you....
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Fantastic. ,. so real. Help us God
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