“Love is love, my child. It does not discriminate.
Love is love, my child, regardless of its mate.”
“Why would I design you with love from my own hand,
Only to condemn you, denounce, and reprimand?”
Love’s colors are not judged, nor labeled wrong or right.
In Heaven, all love’s colors are only seen as white.
“Truth is in your soul. Look and find it there.
Grace is in your heart. Find me in your prayer.”
“Love is love, my child. It does not discriminate.
Love is love, my child, regardless of its mate.”
“Why would I create you with love from my own light,
Only to reproach you, rebuke, scold, and indict?”
Love’s colors are not judged, nor labeled wrong or right.
In Heaven, all love’s colors are only seen as white.
“Truth is in your soul. Look and find it there.
Grace is in your heart. Find me in your prayer.”
-Lisa Murphy Taylor, © 2008
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