Lord, teach me how to love them.
Without molding them into my god.
And facing then...
the consequence.
The loss.
Of what could have been.
A beautiful bond.

Teach me how to love them.
Without expecting them to fill
my void.
For only You can quench my thirst.
Oh teach me, Lord, to put You first.
That I might learn to truly love.
And be loved.
In return.