I don't want your love that breaks me,
It hurts, Lord, to feel so much. The book says love is kind, This doesn't feel like kindness. God-Man, I want to believe you are good, But sometimes I look around and look inside And all I see is darkness. Shadows. Ache. If you are so omnipotent, then why allow For so much pain? I am asking. It is said you answer when we Cry out to you, that you hear us and respond, So I'm crying out now with bitter tears, Meet me please, I beg of you, Or don't if it will only cause more pain, Lord, I don't even know how to pray To you these months, these days. You take off my heaviness You give me a garment of praise You meet my eyes with your constant gaze "Beloved," you say, "Beloved. Continue. Taken, blessed, broken, given, poured out, This is the portion of peacemakers, dreamers, Lovers of the King. Continue in what you have been called to, Which is to love." Comments are closed.
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