if I could, my darling,
I'd take away all your pain within a heartbeat.
I'd stay with you until all the sorrows are gone, as we wait for time to heal,
as we wait for the Lord to turn the mourning into dancing.
let me stay and love you, I plead. I can't give you much, but I desire to give you my heart.
is that enough? would you let me hold you when the days are dark and uncomfortable?
is it too much to ask from a simple human being, is it too much to expect, too much to do?
oh, but how I want to love you that way.
let this be a godly desire, filled with the love my precious, Savior gives.
but how could I, mere human, love you fully and completely?
perhaps, this is how He loves us.
Greatly, vastly and intimately.
He loves us, patiently.
He loves us, perfectly.
He loves us, without a blemish.
He loves us, righteously.

To be forsaken and alone,
Jesus knows that quite well.
To face the anguish in quiet agony with no one to share the pain or the burden with.
To be utterly torn to pieces deep within.
With no hand to hold His, nor arms to comfort.
No cheerful word offered by a brother -
Only the sounds of weeping echoing in that garden.
But His pain wasn't aimless and neither ours, for now our Savior is the One to hold our hand and comfort us in the warmth of His arms.
He was forsaken, so that we'd never be.
He gave up His comfort, so that we could find hope in His suffering.
He overcame, and even when it felt like it, He was never really alone.
And because of Him,
Neither are we.

I must have my Love.
That my heart may be softened through the tenderness of Your love.
That my life may have value again,
when You look upon me with Your patient affections.
How often I fail you,
greatly I do.
More than I love You,
do I so frequently follow the worthless lusts of this world.
Pluck out my eyes,
And cut off my hand,
That my devotion may belong to You,
and only You.
Oh, how my soul groans within me,
to be well with You again.
For our hearts to become one,
And my life again Yours.