What was meant to be was never set in stone
It was always dependent on our will to live
and make it so

My Lord
is not your typical boss
My Lord does not extort His children's wages
He adorns them with crowns of salvation
My Lord's love is ungoverned by the scepter of time
for it is eternal
He was
is
and will forever love you.
Look into His eyes.
Do you not see them
filling up in teary angst?
His arms outstretched
longing for your embrace.
"Come home, my Child
Here you will find rest and ever lasting love.
I will clothe you finer than the flowers
I will wipe every tear from your cheek
that sadness will be a long-forgotten memory.
The world has beaten you down
but I will lift you up."

How terrible a blow
to believe in my beating chest
this much I ought to know
but 'tis gentle to forget
your shortlived "forevermore"s
your "never let you go"s
my word, I should have guessed
even with a very odd thought
all the while lingering in my head
that any truth can be born
of enough deceiving breath