🎵I love You… Lord 🎵
Wait.
I don’t love You,
not really, Lord.
For love is patient,
but I am not.
I hoist my protest sign
the moment pain
shows its ugly face,
as if endurance were a burden
my fragile heart
was never built to bear.
For love is kind,
but I am not.
My words toward You
take flight like arrows:
sharp,
unfiltered,
forged in the heat
of a mind that seldom rests.
For love is not rude,
but I am.
A quiet growl rises in me
against the gentle counsel
that Wisdom whispers
from her ancient lips.
For love seeks not its own,
but I do.
A crowded kingdom
of three:
Me,
Myself,
and I.
For love rejoices not in evil,
but I do.
A hot plate of wrongdoing
with a cold cup of injustice
become a banquet
to my wayward appetite.
And yet —
somehow —
every time,
I find You present.
Patient where I am brittle,
kind where I am sharp,
gentle when I growl.
So when I say,
“I love You, Lord,”
it is not mastery —
but I, seeking mercy.
Not perfection —
but my heart,
slowly, yet always learning
what love truly means.
#1Corinthians13
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