What love is this?
That gave me a name
Calling me to Him
Day after day
Gathering hands
Uniting in grace
But behind closed curtains
The stagehand waits
What love is this?
That clasps my hand
Pulling me forward
And holding me back
A grip so tight
Yet sometimes so slack
In totality is something
I never will grasp
What love is this?
That gives away
All that it’s ever
Wanted to stay
And when a son
Has rejected grace
The love will die
For him anyways
What love is this?
Will I ever know?
The flame that burns
Amidst the snow
The sun on my back
The moon’s soft glow
The shine of the starts
Amidst the darkest groans
What love, what love,
Can I ask such a question?
Without being pointed
In unending directions?
You are the One,
The choicest selection
Of whom I am
The faintest reflection
What love what love
We sing of what love
We dance of what love
We ask of what love
We exist for what love
And live in what love
Though we may not
Even know what love
We look to others
We find no love
We look to ourselves
We find no love
We look to our ways
We find no love
We look to knowledge
We find no love
We look to numbers
Words and books
We look to our make up
Mirrors and looks
We look to our slogans
Catch phrases and hooks
To our honored men
And most terrible crooks
We look to our drugs
And our fairest of dames
We look to our gods
And the biggest of names
We look to successes
We look to our gains
We push down the fallen
And reach for the fame
And we find as we grab
As we suck in all in
Just like a vampire
We get more addicted
As we bite and bleed
Out every sin
Until the world is dry
Hollow and grim
And we say to ourselves
What love is this?
Selfishness can’t be
At the root of it
O’ Children I
Will tell you this
Of all the sins
I am witness
The Father’s love
Not for righteous and sinless
But for the darkest of souls
The faded and dimmest
And dear reader I say
From the deepest of soul
That I am fallen
I’ve felt alone
But seek truth in love
Do not fear being saved
Open love’s door
He’s been knocking all day.
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