A More Excellent Way

The preacher preaches,
and the teacher teaches,
The leader leads,
and the choir sings.
The doors are all open,
shall we begin?
All of God’s gifts,
now sitting therein,
Straight and real nice,
an orderly row.
A more excellent way,
does anyone know?
Earnestly desire and somebody say,
there must be still a more excellent way.
Though I speak in the tongues,
of angels on high,
prophecy grand things,
and the church says “Oh my!”
Even the mountains,
move at my word.
Just ask and I’ll tell you an encouraging word.
I give all away,
and my body is burned.
One thing is yet lacking,
left out I’m just smacking,
I really am nothing,
without I have love.
Without I should love,
with all of my might.
All comes to naught,
in heaven’s account.
But, if I should love with all of my might,
my simplest act,
becomes grand in His sight.
He gave His love so I could be one,
that loves at the worst times,
the good with the bad.
Love without cause,
is His love for me.
Glorious love,
please let it be me.

-M. Matheson 2010