Believers Two
The mind is moved to ponder love,
Falls short, its fill, the Heart above.
Divine this bond, authentic, true:
The Father, Son, and Holy Dove.
The wind ahead a winter brew
Of people, rain, determined few
Whom cleave together, undeterred,
No fad nor fancy passing through
Could rip apart their undissolved,
One flesh, one heart, one Love; one’s vow
Is scandal to the unresolved
And folly to the uninvolved.
To bind for life through grace, avow
With striking ardor, Christ allow.
Believers two: one Hope, one Thou.
Believers two: one Hope, one Thou.
Gary Edward Geraci
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