If it doesn't set your insides on fire, is it really love?

I am the flower
that longingly awaits
the next storm
that will bring
his love
and make it
rain down
on my delicate
petals while
washing away
all of my pain.

He came


He told me I was beautiful
So I felt as if it were true

He told me I was smart
So I studied something new

He told me I was his
So to him I belonged

He told me he would never leave
But that’s where he was wrong

He left


He told me I was ugly
So I avoided my face

He told me I was dumb
So I thought it was the case

He told me I was nothing
So that is what I felt

He said so many things
I ended up overwhelmed

How could such beautiful words,
& such hate come from the *same?
I don’t know how he said it all
But I’m done playing his *game.

I’m a witness of a love that is so pure and true
The same love without which there would be no me and you.
I’m a witness to the strength of its transforming power
Reviving and illuminating my darkest hour

I’m a witness of a touch that is killing, yet healing
Piercing through the flesh, it reaches the marrow with affection
Exploring intents and refining heart’s decisions
A touch is a touch but this one heals emotions

I’m a witness of a heart with large room for my weakness
Never accommodating sin but rebuking in meekness
Making available mercy in its realness
My heart is at rest cause His heart is my sweetness

I’m a witness of a savior whose love I cannot compare
He mend my broken heart and took away my despair
And now He protects me, even my every strand of hair.
He and I, what an insuperable pair.

I’m a witness of Jesus; the savior of me
Once on a cross He hung up high to set me free
And free I have been ever since.
As long as I live, on the Crossyde I’ll be.

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