(276-278) Works of Love V
For Love Prevents it from Coming into Being, Smothers it at Birth
The sin that's in us waits for an occasion
A time and place of opportunity
From commandment or prohibition it might come
Thus these make for sin's perpetuity
Commandment and prohibition become an occasion
Thus they show their inherent futility
For sin must come from all repression
Love gives no occasion for its multiplicity
We can imprison and restrain
With one coercion or another
Still sin's active and remains
But by love it's always smothered
At birth the sin must perish
So a sinful thought just fades away
Not something that we choose to cherish
So the sin just will not stay
Sin must have some stimulation
We must provide it sustenance
When in love we find emulation
It makes for effortless resistance
When love is what is prevalent
Sin loses its imagination
It simply is irrelevant
Love makes the best of all protection
So love hides sin's multiplicity
What's not born is thus unseen
A life of sin is lived so squalidly
A life of love makes all things clean