I love so imperfectly.
Not like you do.
You somehow expose my faults,
my sins and I become better.
You see right through me-
all the manipulations, the false guilt, the distrust, the apathy, the pride
and You heal me with Your quiet rebuke.
How I wish I could love like You do.
Yours is an active love. One that knows just how to pursue me.
Sometimes with pain that pierces my bones.
Sometimes with a soft loving whisper that also penetrates my heart and my soul.
Oh to love like you do.
To know just what the beloved needs.
To go beyond the wants and see the exact longings of my beloved and to give what is best for them and glorious for You.
Oh Wise lover-Oh all encompassing, to love like You do.
Not unconditionally, You put on conditions,
You just know the right conditions to place on me,
and then You give the grace to live out those conditions.
Love that is ever reaching.
Like fingers of fog that sink in to my very being to capture my heart.
You are the perfect lover.
Oh to love like you do.
4 comments:
WOW!!!
Incredible- it must be published!
i really like this mom. i am going to try to put music to it. love you!
Simply beautiful....thank you for posting this. You need to do the poem a day in April with me. Love you...and, yes, I've been hiding. :-) My cup has been full. B.
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