Dear Love,
I
am tempted by thoughts of giving up the fight, of going with the current and
calling it a day. The “what ifs”
create a daydream of no struggles, of easy-going materialism. And what if I were to cash in
sacrifice, prayer, and suffering for this world? And what if I give in to the
physical, the pleasures of the senses, the satisfaction of mind and body? My
love, sometimes it feels like I am the only soldier on the battlefield…Wouldn’t
it be something to raise the white flag lie, to lock up my heart, bury the key?
“Don’t lie to yourself, oh my soul, love your God.”
My
eyes consume all temptations and swallow them whole. My heart longs to be with
Him, but my lips speak otherwise. My heart, it longs to reach yours, Love. Do
you know that He longs to be with you, too?
“Oh how
long, how long until I’m home, until You come for me, ‘cause I’m so tired, so
tired of running.”
How
long will I rage the battle for our souls, Love? How long until your heart
hears His soft voice and welcomes his presence? Meek and mild, the Sheperd
bears the weight of His weak, lost lamb. My Lord, Your wounds take pain of this
cross. You carry me, the weak, lost lamb.
“Worries will never love you. They’ll leave you all
alone. But your God will not forsake you, oh my soul.”
“So, when your
wine's all gone and your well runs dry,
Open your hands
and look into my eyes; all that you see here,
you'll soon leave
behind, so open your hands and look into my eyes
Fathers &
mothers don't always come through,
but I'm never
gonna stop following you
Prophets and
lovers don't always hold true,
but I'm never
gonna stop falling for you”
