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Agapé

I thought I saw a foreign man, there standing in the rain
How strange it seemed to watch them both, the sharing of their pain
 
Two men who barely knew the truth of one another’s trials
But sought to know them anyway, and walk the other’s miles
 
The rain was soft and gently fell, the sky a dreary haze
Slowly dripping off the edge, of all the downward ways
 
One raised his hand to other’s head, with hairy knuckles dark
Caressing to the nape below, just like a portrait stark
 
With weeds grown up and broken car, just standing in the yard
A silent moment had its day, and sadness’ reach was far
 
Where came this moment for these two? My heart did ask of me
To give an answer I was loath, the truth I did not see
 
To peer into their touching tale, a longing pierced me through
Decided I that I would search, ‘til what I knew was true
 
Suffice to say I learned their lore, and never will forget
Each day from it I learn still more, and have not finished yet
 
The first of these had lost a son, that very day in fact
The second was a stranger there, but these two made a pact
 
How strange to learn that father hurt, gave comfort to the one
Who showed up as a stranger, who had not lost a son
 
It seems that it would normal be, the other way around
And that is why that day to me, my heart it did astound
 
So foreign in this world grown dark, we see this sort of love
Unselfish in its very root, must come from far above
 
I pondered this for many days, unguarded in my soul
I knew that I must find the source, if ever to be whole
 
And then it struck me suddenly, the answer was so plain
It’s in God’s image we were made, despite our present pain
 
And who did comfort to us bring, when we were torn from life?
The One who offered up his son, to bring an end to strife
 
Despite that he would give so dear, a one as firstborn son
His love for others birthed a plan, in hope he’d lose not one
 
How sad that it’s become so rare, to see unselfish love
When we were made in yonder days, it fit us like a glove
 
I say to you now that I know, the source of love so true
The ancient Greeks agapé called, and you should seek it too
 
A love that can transform a heart, from stranger to a friend
A love from principles of God, on which you can depend
 
Let’s help to change the world back to, a place where we can feel
A love like this one everywhere, in all of its appeal

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