Oh the desire that compels us
And the love that makes us move
Oh the richest of movement
And the love that drove the nails
Oh the hardest of hearts that was shattered
My own hard heart that was so stubborn
Call that compels us
This love that makes us move
Manifest, surrendered we fall
This love that drove the nails
Oh the sweetest and softest of melodies
That could pierce in one blow
Shattered broken on the barren ground
Dirt and mangled face
Blood and nails, bruises and scars
love that drove the nails
One tear He wept
That all tears might be gone
One tear He wept
This love that drove the nails
JG
3 comments:
This is maybe one of my favorites that you've written so far. It's part of that paradox of a love so enormous, so infinitely wise, we 97% don't understand.
This is absolutely, utterly beautiful
John wow
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