Love Don't Lust!

Love don't Lust!
I think of love today and the power of lust. I think of the contention between the two. How the world went after their lust masking as love. Lust isn't hard to find, everyone who loves self already has it standing by. Selfishness is the logo of lust, self preservation and gratification are the escort riders. They announce the presence of lust. Self exaltation is the chief of staff and pride, the bride of lust. Lust is the height of the weakness of man. It wars against the souls of men and corrupts the integrity of the heart. When you mention sin, you speak of death for the former is mother and the latter offspring, and it'll be an oversight if the grandma of death is not mentioned, lust gave birth to every sin! Temptation is the beckoning of lust and it's ever so inviting and so accommodating, promising untold pleasure but the end of the romance is death! The invitation is a bait, the accommodation, a trap, piercing into the innermost part of being and so the pleasure is at best temporal only for a season only the death is real!
When lust is deprived the flesh cries foul and you can't tell the extent of retaliation. Lust will smile, speak nice poems, and woo but if the response is even a joking a boo, the niceties turn to something else. Some have killed those they once told they loved and many had suffered untold pain and losses from those who once won't give sleep to their eyelids for desire. They never loved, they had been intoxicated by the weakness of men called lust.
When I love you only for what I can get and getting my desires satisfied becomes reason for my relating with you, you are now the game and I, the hunter. And none will call that love. The poultry chicken won't call the keeper a lover except if it realises that selling it to the slaughterhouses is its destiny. Yet the lust of man is deeper than that which the poultry man has for its chicken.
Lust is worse than hatred though they be born of the same womb. If you are lusting after me, you can't tell me so and so I do not know that you aren't after my good but yours. If you hate me which is bad enough, it's easy to see and I can hide myself but who can hide from a selfish love and the kisses of an enemy?
Lust wants its appetite satisfied and nothing more. He wants sex and that evil emotion seeks for satisfaction anywhere and at all cost. He wants things and possessions, great and small and to kill and deprive others of their belongings is noble enterprise and a worthy job as rated by its warped lustful mentality. He wants to be seen and be rated high in pride, who ever he rides over to get there doesn't matter, the glory must be his and everyone must applaud afterall he alone matters no one else.
Many are married to a bag of lust and when they have been sucked dry, the scumbag walks away leaving them high and dry to deal with paying the alimony.
So watch well young man who is telling you she loves you, she may only be lusting after your things for her life insurance. Beware young woman who is saying I love you now, he may be mistaking sexual attraction for genuine love and after sexually abusing you, the desire for you is lost with the exorcised fluid and he hates you more than the feeling of lust he once had for you. Beware, young woman, I love you may mean let me possess you as a war trophy, and your value as a war loot, let me acquire you as one of my great achievements. And when a better one comes you can take the back seat or no seat at all. So naivity falls victim, the non assuming is led like a lamb to the slaughterhouse of lust and so weeping and gnashing of teeth replace the whisperings of love and to such life can't be more cruel! Escape, young man and hide yourself young woman, open your eyes and differentiate, be not deceived, recognise the mask and don't fall prey.
Can we count how many hearts such have broken and how many homes have been scattered? Lust gives birth to nothing good and it's the janitor to every divorce court.
The man who physically abuses his wife and the wife who abandons her husband for money were never in love. A thinker who'd suffered such summarized his ordeal by saying, 'Agape love hasn't been to a divorce court!' And rightly so! Only lust has been leading people there either to escape an abuse or to punish the innocent.
Agape love is scarce. Love without a condition is seen as an impossibility and an aberration. Who would offer himself a ransom for a partner? Who will consider the other before self? Who will give a thing in absolute humility without ever referring back to it? Who will cover multitude of the errors of the other? Who will put himself or herself lower than the other even when its not convenient? Who will forgive and not keep the record of wrongs? Who will come laying all on the table? Only love does and nothing else!
So I see that lust have more feeling than love but love has more work than lust. We love the feelings of lust more than the works and labor of love. True love is taking up a sacrificial responsibility for the other's wellbeing without a reason or desire for a pay back. But the feeling of lust goes no further than getting personal aggrandizement using the other fellow.
Where is love but in God and in those who share in the divine nature. The God-kind of love recognises an enemy and loves still. The God kind of love shows mercy and forgives. Love makes sacrifices and bear other's burdens and when you fall in such love, it bears you high up and curdles you in the warm embrace of the blanket of kindness and care.
Those who give it don't ask for it, they are lovers in deed. It is never demanding and never overbearing, always with an excuse for the wrong of others just to perpetuate love.
And so when I say I love you this is what I mean.  And where I can't keep it I refrain myself from going. When you tell someone so, I hope this kind is what you mean. Love don't lust. Lust does not sustain, love does. If your love will go beyond today let it be God kind and let your light shine on both the good and the bad. Good morning. Share this but share love more and keep visiting evansademanuel.blogspot.com thanks for reading. Much love!