love until it hurts, then love some more.
love until it hurts, then love some more.
love until it hurts, then love some more.
the way of Him doesn't make sense to me,
love until it hurts, then love some more,
until i step into his swirling presence,
glory, glory,
he loves me.
he loves me.
the wretched of the earth learn that God is on their side.
he loves me.
he loves me.
and in the swirling hurt of other loves,
i sit and rest.
surprised at my own calm between frightened
gasps for air.
(i need air, i need air.)
i sit and rest,
surprised at his steady hand on my shoulders,
surprised by joy, even.
i know that i need him like i know that i'm hungry or thirsty.
or, more accurately, i know that i love him because when i'm
near him i can breathe.
even when my hopes are full of heartbreak,
when he's near, i can breathe.
love until it hurts, then love some more.
love until it hurts, then love some more.
love until it hurts, then love some more.
love until it hurts, then love some more.
2 comments:
you probably didn't know this, but I am a stalker of your blog. hehehe :)
"...when he's near, I can breathe." I get this, right now.
actually, same line for me. when I'm near Him, I can breathe. this is beautiful. I ate soup and thought of you today.
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