Poem: Man-made love

People are so fickle

Picking and choosing what they love.

Putting conditions on whom they love.

Doing the very opposite of what love is!

Why are we so unkind?

Why are we so impatient?

When did love become so rude?

When love doesn’t serve the self, it is rejected!

When a multitude of faults stand before this man-made love, they are not covered!

Since when does love put a list of conditions on its recipient?

Is this the love that was foretold?

Is this how the love of many grows cold?

Is this how people become lovers of themselves?

Whose example of love is this?

Where is kindness, patience, and gentleness?

Where is humility and selflessness in this cold love?

When did love stop enduring all things?

So many questions, only one solution.

Jesus Christ!

Lord, your faithfulness is like a mighty mountain.

When man-made love abandons so easily,

You will never leave or forsake your beloved.

When man-made love puts terms and conditions,

You love from everlasting to everlasting.

You love first when love is most undeserved.

You love when all conditions are undesirable.

You love as a matter of life and death.

You love with a resurrecting love.

You love when nothing else is left.

You love when nothing is offered in return.

You love perfectly.

You love completely.

You love with your whole being.

YOU ARE LOVE.

Neo M. Lloyd

@NeoMLloyd [twitter]



Poem: The Goodness of the Lord

The Goodness of the Lord by Neo M. Lloyd


Every pit I could fall into, I fell into.

Every mistake I could ever make, I’ve made.

Every wrong turn I could have ever taken, I took.

Every bad decision I could make, I made.

Every backsliding I could do, I did.

Every chance I had to follow the ways of death, I followed.


Who would I be?

Where would I be, If it wasn’t for your goodness, and mercy, and grace?

I was that one lost sheep and You went back to find me.


I didn’t even know I needed you.

I was happily ignorant and downright childish! But You loved me.

You gave me Your grace,

You gave me your son.


Lord Jesus you took a beating that was meant for me.

You bore every painful stripe of my rebellion.

That vinegar they gave you when you asked for water, Lord, that was my cup! The cup that I deserved.


Every drop of Your blood, You sacrificed for my soul.

Every tear I am responsible for in that moment.Every time I chose myself over You.

Every time I chose my sin over You.

Every time I chose people over You.


But You chose me over yourself.

Right from the beginning You chose to love me, to save me, to die for me!


I will never truly understand the depth, height or breath of Your love.

What I know is that You chose me!While I was dead in my sin.

You loved me, You rescued me.


I love You Lord.

My God! My Father! My Master! My Everything!

Neo M. Lloyd@NeoMLloyd on Twitter