I love you they say,

Then they lie to you… but only to protect you. They hurt you … but only to strengthen you. They stay… but only not to hurt you.

Then they leave and claim it’s the best for you.

So you stagger your feet along the rocky sand,

As your knees grow wearing and your heart goes bland. As you look,

No you search,

No you scavenge,

For that love that you were cheated of so much.

So every glimmer of light in the crack of a dark soul, Every speck of light from a never ending hole, Every slight deem from the dark winter night,

Is a potential for a love that just might be divine.

So you run with a huge smile, heart racing and arms open wide, Thinking you might manage to find,

That love that from you was stolen so many times.

Swimming for fish you go deep into the ocean,

Only to find your next love is also your next poison.

But now it’s too late,

You’re an addict to the chase.

The deeper you go the harder it is to look back to the surface. So you adapt a new definition for this thing called love,

And become content will all your mistakes

As you force your conscience to condense.

Then you find yourself gasping as your lungs collapse, No gagging as the waves crash in,

No yearning for the surface but it’s just a bit too late. The darkness, the water, the pressure,

Has dragged your limbs too deep.

You’ve forgotten how to swim,

So in a final cry of mystery you scream out, “God please help me!”

And without hesitation, limitation or rejection He looks at you with tears in his eyes.

He stretches his hand into the ocean

And pulls you out into his arms of protection.

As you shiver and cry, you push away from his embrace,

Because you know you don’t deserve this kind of love, it’s too late. The love you deserve is fleeting,

It’s oppressive,

It’s never forgiving,

It’s controlling,

But the harder you push the closer he draws you in.

You cry out, “What love is this that still wants me with all my filth, Do you not know all the sins I commit,

All the mistakes I have made,

forsure I am better off dead.”

But his eyes don’t change, they look at you the same.

“My child” he says, “My love for you has no end.

It keeps no record of wrong,

it always protects you and will always preserve you.

So why do you yearn for love that doesn’t treat you this way?” “Because it’s all I’ve ever known” you say.

“Will you let me show you what love was meant to be?” he asks “Well how do you know how it’s supposed to be?” you ask

He smiles and wipes away the tears so you can finally begin to see Because your looking at it

Love is he

  1. These words are powerful, true, sad, broken, but as the poet reveals, it’s not the end. Such beautiful truth of love … you see it (love) in His face … He is love. TY, Jesus!

    And TY for gifting this poet with Your words written for others who are hurting & broken, to know Your love, O God.

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