Love turns mere water into wine
and earthly things become divine.
Swallowing hurt and hatred up
it sweetens every bitter cup.

Love satisfies the deepest thirst
and always puts its’ loved one first.
It does not hurt, but seeks to please
and even love its enemies.

Love ascends the steepest hill
determined God's will to fulfil.
Love willingly lays down its life
and gives its all in sacrifice.

Love hangs upon Golgotha's tree
with arms outstretched so wide for me.
And then cries out, 'Father, forgive,'
lays down His life that I might live.