God’s Perfect Love by Gwyn Dooley

 

One night in a dream I was kneeling to pray

 

When I asked the Lord to show me a more perfect way

 

Lord, I said, I’m hurting; I was forsaken by a friend

 

And I know I must forgive him, who against me did sin

 

But it sees almost impossible, an overwhelming task

 

Show me the way, dear Lord, this I humbly ask

 

My hope is in you, O’ God, grant me this I pray

 

Place me on an eagle’s wing and let me fly away

 

To soar across the sky above in search of your perfect love

 

So far above this earthly plane, where only a Father’s love can reign

 

Guide me with your loving hand and take me to the place you stand

 

Where you gaze upon the hearts of men, who struggle and toil in a world of sin

 

Grant me a view from your lofty height, where nothing is hid from your keen sight

 

So the Lord did answer and I went flying through the air

 

Soaring on that eagle’s wing, not a worry or a care

 

Up and up I thought we would go but instead we went down, to the earth below

 

On and on we traveled to a far, distant land

 

To a place quite ordinary, just desert and sand

 

What grand thing did I come here to see?

 

The eagle took me closer and sat me on a tree

 

In the sky above me was a black, roaring cloud

 

And on the ground below me was a hissing, angry crowd

 

I was feeling uneasy and wanted to go home

 

When somewhere to the left of me I heard a pitiful moan

 

I saw a man, bloody and beaten, on the ground struggling to rise

 

When Roman soldiers kicked him and spat into his eyes

 

“Hail! King of the Jews!” they bowed to him and said

 

“My, what a splendid crown that rests upon your head!”

 

The crowd jeered and laughed at a King battered and torn

 

Upon whose sagging head lay a prickly crown of thorns

 

I watched as they led him up that steep craggy hill

 

And I stood up in wonder, for he went of his own free will

 

“Run!” I cried. “Fight back! What is wrong with you?”

 

But he said, “Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.”

 

He looked just like a lamb taken up to slaughter that day

 

He did not open his mouth. No, not a word did he say

 

I watched as he was lifted up, to the sky above

 

There displayed on a cursed cross was God’s own perfect love

 

I’d found what I was looking for, hanging on a cross

 

Now everything I had gained in life I count it all as loss

 

Jesus said, “You can’t love God if you hate your brother

 

So as I have loved you, then you too should love one another.

 

Above all things have love, for it covers a multitude of sins

 

For greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends!”

 

 

By: Gwyn Dooley