Perhaps (A Poem)

Perhaps you have hated me because of the faint odor of my wicked past lingering upon me.

Or perhaps it is the memory echoing from your past – of those who hurt, robbed, and hated you in your innocence and even in your folly.

Then again, perhaps you hate me because you hate Him, the fragrance of Christ. 

I do not know. I only know His love is in me for you and your welfare, my friend, even if you may count me your enemy. 

This is His gift to us. His unconquerable love.

He offered His love for us, even to death.

His offering blooms in us that very same love for you.

(Try this, to understand more)