One Word Called Love

Pages worn, the ink still speaks. A story etched through centuries.

Every line a voice, a cry. The human heart still asking "why?"

But one small word keeps breaking through, a holy truth, a thread of

proof. I hear it rise, I hear it fall.

The greatest word that names us all. Whispered loud or carved in

stone, one word remains when we're alone. One word called love,

written deep in time. Even when it's broken, God redeems

between the lines. This word called love, heaven's gift to say,