Guest blog: God’s Perfect Love by Gwyn Dooley

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



Photo by Gwynn Dooley


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