Dear love,
I am writing this letter because I want you.
I desire everything that is a part of you.
Dear love become the center of my every thought
Please fill my heart with you as full as
Einstein’s head was with numbers.
I want to pray for those who abuse me,
I want to bless those who curse me,
Help me die daily, turn the other cheek,
Go the extra mile, be one who’s meek
Dear Love I just want to be you but that’s impossible.
Make me your hands and your feet,
Teach me to reveal you like black light.
I said I was looking for demonstrations of you,
But I don’t seem to. Because my eyes are shut
and turned away from you. My friends call out
“vengeance is mine, I will repay!” but I feel like
Only you should say that.
Love I thought you were clearly red but now
You seem so gray, people are sleeping together
Because they say they you each other, and the other day,
A man said that abortion is okay because it’s youing.
If that’s true, who are you??
I thought you were Jehovah-Jirah,
Elohim, Jehovah-neesi, and I AM.
I thought you were God.
the one who spoke the world into the existence,
Saved Noah, Isaac, Joseph, Lot, Rahab,
Ruth, David, Jeremiah, Paul, and Peter.
1 Corinthians 13 seems full of you.
Love I don’t wanna be a noisy gong
But I’m clanging away cause there
Is no way I can be you. It is so impossible.
I tried to be you but dirt makes me shudder,
All I can think about is being a missionary
But no one on S. 85th E. Ave. knows you,
And that doesn't move me and that missionary’s
Feet aren't beautiful. I don’t understand!
You are the God who used whole books
Of the Bible to write down laws yet
Luke 10:27 seems to sum all those up.
If that’s your water of life give me the
Whole cup!
So love I’d like to apologize for every day
That I've thought you were something different.
Now I see you are not found in the Gilbert Blythe’s
Or Justin Bieber’s of my dreamland.
So you are not satisfied when I give myself away
For the world’s view of you.
No, I have seen the true you,
On the road to Jarius’s house,
Stopping to heal and forgive that lady.
Or feeding five thousand in one day
That’s you.
You’re the radically loving Father running to
Prodigal me in my iniquities.
When you healed Bartimaus, you opened
My eyes as well. John 11:35 makes me cry;
I see how you loved Lazarus as you
Raised him back to life.
So many times I could fill the page
Like letting Mary anoint your head.
Make me the oil on your feet,
Make me the thief on the cross,
Grant me paradise with you though
I have scorned your laws.
You hold my prayers in a bowl
Yet I didn't trust you enough
To let sinners eat at my table.
God or Love, I don’t know what
To say. The only thing I know is that
Jesus is the way.
He’s the only one who’s done it right
Because all we did was wrong.
His cross was the color of my Valentine card
Cause my heart was stone, cold, gray and hard.
Send me on a hope-giving, life-giving mission.
Why? This is the only plea I can make,
You were love
and then you made me your son.
Now I’m an heir to a legacy of perfection
So just fill me up and let my red heart
Stamped by your spirit
be your greatest witness.
I am writing this letter because I want you.
I desire everything that is a part of you.
Dear love become the center of my every thought
Please fill my heart with you as full as
Einstein’s head was with numbers.
I want to pray for those who abuse me,
I want to bless those who curse me,
Help me die daily, turn the other cheek,
Go the extra mile, be one who’s meek
Dear Love I just want to be you but that’s impossible.
Make me your hands and your feet,
Teach me to reveal you like black light.
I said I was looking for demonstrations of you,
But I don’t seem to. Because my eyes are shut
and turned away from you. My friends call out
“vengeance is mine, I will repay!” but I feel like
Only you should say that.
Love I thought you were clearly red but now
You seem so gray, people are sleeping together
Because they say they you each other, and the other day,
A man said that abortion is okay because it’s youing.
If that’s true, who are you??
I thought you were Jehovah-Jirah,
Elohim, Jehovah-neesi, and I AM.
I thought you were God.
the one who spoke the world into the existence,
Saved Noah, Isaac, Joseph, Lot, Rahab,
Ruth, David, Jeremiah, Paul, and Peter.
1 Corinthians 13 seems full of you.
Love I don’t wanna be a noisy gong
But I’m clanging away cause there
Is no way I can be you. It is so impossible.
I tried to be you but dirt makes me shudder,
All I can think about is being a missionary
But no one on S. 85th E. Ave. knows you,
And that doesn't move me and that missionary’s
Feet aren't beautiful. I don’t understand!
You are the God who used whole books
Of the Bible to write down laws yet
Luke 10:27 seems to sum all those up.
If that’s your water of life give me the
Whole cup!
So love I’d like to apologize for every day
That I've thought you were something different.
Now I see you are not found in the Gilbert Blythe’s
Or Justin Bieber’s of my dreamland.
So you are not satisfied when I give myself away
For the world’s view of you.
No, I have seen the true you,
On the road to Jarius’s house,
Stopping to heal and forgive that lady.
Or feeding five thousand in one day
That’s you.
You’re the radically loving Father running to
Prodigal me in my iniquities.
When you healed Bartimaus, you opened
My eyes as well. John 11:35 makes me cry;
I see how you loved Lazarus as you
Raised him back to life.
So many times I could fill the page
Like letting Mary anoint your head.
Make me the oil on your feet,
Make me the thief on the cross,
Grant me paradise with you though
I have scorned your laws.
You hold my prayers in a bowl
Yet I didn't trust you enough
To let sinners eat at my table.
God or Love, I don’t know what
To say. The only thing I know is that
Jesus is the way.
He’s the only one who’s done it right
Because all we did was wrong.
His cross was the color of my Valentine card
Cause my heart was stone, cold, gray and hard.
Send me on a hope-giving, life-giving mission.
Why? This is the only plea I can make,
You were love
and then you made me your son.
Now I’m an heir to a legacy of perfection
So just fill me up and let my red heart
Stamped by your spirit
be your greatest witness.
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