This is the end of 'tomorrow's
And 'maybe's and 'sorta's and 'shrugs'
This is the end of beginnings
That never amount to His love

This is the end of the water
That's lukewarm, not cold and not hot
This is the end of just saying
That we'd rather just sit here and rot.

This is the end of your sorrows
That are given more attention and care
Than the unmourned deaths of the millions
Who die without knowing He's there.

This is the end of the judgement
We all so readily give
To those who just needed a Savior
And who now don't see why they should live.

This is the end of the 'nervous'
Where you don't speak 'cause you're afraid
This is the start of your courage
Where you stand up 'cause you're not ashamed.

Shin splints are painful
And they also feel heavy
Don't ask how I know.

If my physical wellbeing is any kind of indicator
I'd say that I'm wibbly-wobbly, piney-whiney.

Life ***** like a sponge
When you just can't get it right
And you miss Happy Hour at Sonic.

My love is moonlight
Because it's not only dark,
But illumimates.

My love is music
Because it's both personal
And vulnerable.

My love is a tree
Because it grows back slowly
And slower each time.

My love is home
Because if you leave it, still
It stays there for you.

My love's a haiku
Because it has its limits
But depth speaks much more.

Heaven and hell
Aren't as far
As you are from me.

That's how I feel about us
When I haven't met you yet
And you're a mystery to a troubled mind.

A black hole is more unknown
Than you are to me
Because I haven't even seen your face.

Maybe if these dreams would be consistent
I'd think God was giving me a hint
But not even your haircolor is the same.

I want to believe that you are alive somewhere
Walking this earth, thinking of me
But my imagination ***** when it comes to you.

There's fear, hesitation, and anxious expectation
For the day I see you
I'm already suffering from your love's sickness.

If you are anything like what I want
I won't want that--
Only what God wants for me could be anything near perfect.