Reinstalling my System (5)

But no, my heart just wouldn't die,

It loved, though I ignored

Its every message, every urge

Shut down across the board.

In spite of my refusal

To allow my heart to thrive,

Love was undaunted. Finally,

I heard: "I am alive!"

And is it wrong to feel, I ask?

Must feelings be confined

To pre-approved, convent'nal channels

Tradition's defined?

Or, if it's plenty for most folks,

Is it enough for all?

If love be felt for many, Lord,

Must I from Your grace fall?

But I was taught that "God is Love"

And You love ev'ry soul;

Could it be sinful, then, to love

Kind people, one and all?

If I'm built in Your image, God,

It's right to be creative;

It's good to love--In your land,

Hate's foreign; Love's a native,

Or so it seems to me, I say.

I cannot chuse but love

And caring happens on its own--

A nudge, a tap, a shove--

I can't decide for whom I care;

I thought that came from You!

And I suppose I'll carry on

This way until life's through.