A GREATER LOVE
Someone who died in their thirties
Who traveled about doing good
Whose hand touched the leprous, the outcast
Was criticized, misunderstood
Someone who loved little children
And often gathered them around
Wherever people were hurting
Such tender compassion was found
Someone who drew the great masses
Yet had time for just one or two
Who hated all falsehood and lying
And said so, outspokenly, too
Someone who wept with the weepers
Brought joy to the rich and the poor
Who spoke with compassionate feeling
And acted the same, what is more
Do I speak of the Princess of Wales?
Men say this of her, it is true
But remember that she was not perfect
And let people down sometimes, too
I remember a love that is greater –
For she, like us all, made mistakes –
The One who, though God, lived among us
Then suffered and died for our sakes
For Jesus our Lord left His riches
Became poor and lived on this earth
That we might, by faith and repentance
Gain riches of Heavenly worth
As we honor the life of Diana
May the love-light she lit not grow dim
Yet it is but a feeble reflection
Of the honor and love we owe Him.