Phil Towle

With faith in God’s vow, I find trust, and allow… With love as my how, My fear has no now

We are love… Love, the noun… Love enough To verb all round

We don’t leave child a loaded gun He can’t distinguish death from fun Then why provide our sick men one, To blow us all their kingdom come…

       Kindness…        Defines us

Same God, different face Different bod, same soul graced Same revealing, different seeing Human beings… human, being