Hey, I cry out, I crave, I need;
And still: I cry out, I crave, I need.
Heart hurting, heart beaten down, my heart still loves more than it has to, but I am not willing for that change, anyhow.
Have I not seen what real love is and the evidence of its survival?
Have I not heard hearts proclaiming it’s worth and dreamed of the day I know it’s happiness without hurt?
Love can be purified, love can be trusted, love can be humbled to a bursting forth; but love cannot be rightly used by anyone or thing except for by love.
Come love with me, come show me your love, let us be purified by what God, Himself, loves to do the most, love for forevermore’s eternity.
