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The Way of Truth

The way of truth in oft dispute
is sought by ev'ryone,
But some will all my words refute
to see their side be won.

How must we live 'mid many views
where soft hearts are quite few?
Can truth be loved, if we refuse
to love souls as we do?

The God, Who made us knows each part
of truth right down to dot,
But much is mystery at heart,
where loving Man is not.

To honor truth by loving all,
when eyes do not see same
Obeys The Lord's great loving call,
the reason that he came.

To love is hardest thing to do,
when others speak in hate,
Responsibility may rue
'til History abate.

But when The One, Who rules returns
to set all things aright,
Correction at His hand All learns
in Day that's never Night.

Will love be grasped, when love we give?
By some, but not by all.
But still it's best that love we live,
'til hear we final Call.

by Jay O'Toole
on March 18th, 2018

This poem is a continuation of my poem,

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The Way of Life  (E) We often worry what others think, when consistent agreement with Truth cures all ills. #2093286 by Jay O'Toole

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This is the concept of what the late Dr. Bob Jones, Sr.
used to teach quite vociferously,
"Do right, Do right, Do right till the stars fall, Do right."
Consequences are often out of our control,
but doing right is within our grasp.