And now these three remain: faith hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love. (1 Corinthians 13:13)


By David De Jong

We measure all and all hope to measure up
Simple things we measure by spoon or cup

Each to their own scale seem to fit the bill
Others compared to ours we find lacking still

Our riches we count but never meet the goal
We’ll sacrifice our friends, family and soul

We measure our accomplishments at end of day
But ignore its true cost, working our life away

We measure our time in minutes, when we must wait
But have no time for others or we’ll be late

We measure our value in dollars, never enough
But always have plenty to buy ourselves more stuff

We measure our possessions by size of our spread
But their number is meaningless when we are dead

We measure our happiness with laughter and a smile
But we hide our empty brokenness just for a while

We measure our toil with bruises, sweat and stain
But our work falters, compared to fresh summer rain

But if we measure what we do with love
We accomplished our purpose from above

Love to our family, provides joys till we’re old
Love to the lonely, worth more than rubies or gold

Love to the broken, raises their fortune of soul
Love to the forgotten, carries hearts to the goal

What we accomplish with love will far out weigh
Any task completed for mere earthly pay

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