He loved us first.

And we,

do we return that love.

or give some other thing?

Ah! That's the sting!

 

Loving, detached and humble.

Here do we stumble!

Faith, hope and love,

God's gift from above.

“What is love?” He asked.

Love is patient,

love is kind.

As though He were blind,

He accepts the hurts and blows.

Only the Son of God knows.

He bore our sins

and all the shame,

praying all the time.

And we like him can do the same

in solitude sublime.

 

Holy Mother Teresa,

wounded with love was she.

She loved him with a burning love

in His humanity.

“All blessings come through Him”,

she said

“as water from the well”!

“Let Thy grace be in us Lord,

as the fountain,

springing up into life eternal!”

 

Our Father John, he tells us.

“He loved us first,

for us he thirst”.

Shall we not love him then!

He brings us thro’ the darkest night,

“fired with love’s urgent longings”.

Then inflows the light.

What peace, love and delight,

in that heavenly space,

“ah! the sheer grace”

for the whole human race,

caught up in God’s Mercy Divine.