How can it be so hard?
Why is 'love' used for vicious gain
A beautiful window now a broken shard?
When anguish makes others lash out or cry
I want to run and hide
I plead in sadness 'Oh Father, why?
Save me, I'm caught on every side
There's nothing left without real love
An empty, gaping hole
A pain and anguish terribly deep
A tearing of the soul
When your love is seen as writing
Just words within a book
The intimate knowing and passion
All ignored without a look
My heart breaks for the hurting lost
Who will help them to seek Your voice?
We want Your love, without the cost
Of loving You - we think it's a choice
Ever given or known?
So huge, so vast, so overwhelming
Yet the gentlest ever shown
Respectful of our privacy,
Our hurts and secret heart
This love is tender, sensitive and strong
Wise, the opposite of smart
Powerful as the strongest sea
Quiet as the dawning breeze
Joyful, bold and so exciting
Softest whisper in the trees
Meaning good in every way
Never wrong or bad or faulty
Our true reason to live each day
This love is not impersonal
How can I describe it to you?
It's the closest thing to heaven on earth
I long for all to know it's true
This love so huge and wondrous
Which I can't explain at all
I can only pray He'll touch your heart
And you'll know the joy of His call
- A dear friend