Tuesday, 3 January 2023

You speak my language

There’s you
And I am standing here,
You told me we were finished, that’s nowhere close
Yet we love the Father in heaven, here’s a toast.

Yes, I am petrified
Wouldn’t you be?
Then again we are all different 
The blind are the one’s who often see.

Here’s my heart
As well as my hand,
You have much to be thankful for,
Your kindness is a testimony to God
I am no longer blind to thee
Where there’s the Father, who is the one in three.

I love to love.mBut I also love the thought of loving you
I am humble in spirit, but that includes the direction without the clue.

I love you
I always have,
You think this is soppy and soft, do not be scared for this brokenness will be restored
As the Father in heaven shall never allow you to become bored.

Jason
3rd January 2023




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