What kind of love is this
That bids a shuttle go,
So high, around the world,
That even winds can't blow?
What destiny has man
That bids him go, to fill,
Horizons vast escape,
Upon his whims, at will?
What love puts life at risk
And bids folly prevail,
When life as sacred e'er,
Unfurls each morning's sail?
If love is to succeed
And yes, it surely will,
Then God, who stands above
Time's passing says, 'Be still.'
While time enfolds the pain
And worlds apart lie man,
There are a few who'll know
What genius man can.
The heights, the depths of love
Are destined to increase
And in this realm stands man,
Who here-in shall know peace.
This century is one,
Unfolding as it should.
New heights to explore
And God says, That is good."
At times, it is difficult to understand love.
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