Earl Marlatt

I CANNOT understand people.

They are so strange.

I had a sweetheart

Who seemed to love me.

I gave her roses, sweets, and gems.

I gave her all I had—my heart—

And she broke it.

I cannot forgive her.

Women are heartless.

God had a world

That should have loved Him.

He gave it beauty, light, and life.

He gave it all He had—His Son—

And it crucified Him.

People are strange.

I cannot understand them.

But God—

He loves them.