| Who but you could love so true,
or shed a tear for all those who
could break a heart or plan to do
the worst that they could ever do?
Who but you could feel the pain
the victims feel; the stress, the strain,
yet love the ones who cause the rain
that burns, that hurts, that tears, and drains?
Who but you forgive with such
a heart so full of love, and much
more than any one could touch,
or see, or feel, or know as just.
Who but you would never cease
to share, to love, to guide, to teach,
to show us how to always reach
for God, your son, and you. Beseech!
Who but you can see it all
with eyes of love that see no wall
to separate, or build a hall
that leads both good and bad to fall.
Who but you would comfort those
who cannot tell their friends from foes;
who'll walk a path no clue where it goes.
Are we the thorns and you the rose?
Who but you would stay with us,
persistent that we need to trust:
that unconditional love's a must
to bring the peace the world dreams of.
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