There Is No End

Eyes that extol the heart of man,

Tread gentle on plains of time,

Treating those of need,

with tender actions of love and deed.

For desperate are the cries of men,

Who have lost all in mire of sin,

Grievous are their waning desires

stripped of love and earthen fire.

So cleave do they to the very end,

Without hope of life, and free of sin.

Yeah though, the spirit, it doth roam free,

with loving eyes that extol the heart of man.

hence giving forth salvations perfect plan.

For with the spirit….

there is no end.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004