February’s meant for couples— Roses and romance, And looks that say “I love you,” Exchanged within a glance. But what if I don’t fit that mold? It doesn’t quite seem fair; Are loneliness and heartache then, All that I can share? “Oh, no,” cries the wing-tipped cherub, “Please don’t think so small. Love’s not just for lovers; Love is meant for all!”
Thundering forth from Sinai’s height With lightning, smoke, and fire light— An invitation to take God’s grace, And prepare the soul to see His face. Yet Israel’s children with hardened heart, Chose, instead, a lesser part.