Like The Master Poem by Michael Nkwocha

No scolding for the wounded heart
no rod, no blows for the straying sheep.
No! Bind the wounded heart
on shoulders raise the straying sheep
like the Master you'd become
in his steps you'd be walking.

The fallen do not despise
his sins do not make your talk.
Were the Lord not to keep you,
a worse lot your own tale might be.
No! No! Love the fallen in his love
ready your hands to help him up
like the master you'd become
in his steps you'd be walking.

For neither rod nor blows can heal
nor force nor talks of hate.
No! none elsecan heal save love, save love alone.
The Lord's own way, his lessons for us - that love alone suffices.
Were love our emblem too
like the master we'd become
in his steps we'd be walking.