Love’s strength

Measure thy life by loss instead of gain,
Not by the wine drunk , but the wine pored forth ;
For love’s strength standeth in love’s sacrifice,
And whoso suffers most hath most to give.
For labor, the common lot of man,
Is part of the kind Creator’s plan;
And he is a king whose brow is wet
With the pearl-gemmed crown of honest sweat.
Some glorious day , this understood ,
All toilers will be a brotherhood,
With brain or hand the purpose is one,
And the Master-workman, God’s own Son .
Jan Bagwell