selling our hearts out;
like an auction
bid after bid,
open up the doors to the world
only to perceive we're left with nothing
nothing; nada!

the image of love so warped;
blurred visions,
we hit the skids,
we fail to apprehend,

that only One can satisfy
the One who created us
made from dust,
made for more,
made with love,
by love,
to love

with arms I'll gladly receive
this love given so freely-
this agape love