I heard a rumor, a tale untold,
How true it is, I cannot hold.
Its whispers linger, soft yet near,
A quiet truth that calls my ear.
The town crier is yet to declare,
The media’s silence leaves it bare.
But deep within, a voice resounds,
A solemn cry, profound, profound!
I heard…
You have forsaken your first love?
Ah! Deserted the One from above?
Like a counterfeit charm, you’ve been swayed,
By sweetened tongues, your heart betrayed.
In haste, you’ve followed a fleeting fire,
A tempting voice, a fleeting desire.
Return, return to your first embrace,
The love that held you in grace, in grace.
Though time has passed, and hearts have strayed,
The path to home is never decayed.
He may have seemed to disappoint,
His ways beyond your heart’s appoint.
She may have left you broken, torn,
But real love waits where first you were born.
For hear this truth, unchanging still:
All other loves will test your will.
They rise, they fall, like fleeting mist,
But only One love eternally persists.
Return, I plead, to your first love,
The One who knows, who reigns above.
For though the world may lure, beguile,
Real love endures beyond the trial.
Return, return, and find your rest,
In love unshaken, eternal, blessed.
[Psalmist]