HOSTING LOVE
Love knows no enemies,
They all belong to hungry hate;
Whose fire of hell is losing,
Its fuel going to the tank
Of found love:
Found love,
Filling to the top with peace,
And Satan’s basin is full of holes.
No bloody hands to wash with love,
Just the washing of old tired dirty feet;
Come, let us break and share some bread:
Let us feed and serve one another in love’s need:-
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