How long will you let this continue?
Or is the fault on me?
Lost and wondering, hopeful pondering
‘Tis the life I lead.
I wait for you and I wait some more
to hear your howling outside my door
But silence pierces through the room
And all I have are thoughts of you.
Angst and doubts
I feel us slipping.
What’s it I’m missing?
Weren’t we just kissing?
Where’s the knot?
While I’m holding on to it
You seem to be letting go
as we both wait to see
who breaks the rope.
Is this what God intended? He made me from your rib, and yet it is you who is making me… humbling me, destroying me… and by doing so, revealing Him.
My dear, though at times it is painful, I promise that I will love you as sure as He has loved me. I will no longer barter or bargain for your love. I will no longer expect, demand, or trade for your love. I will… simply… love… Offering myself to you, again and again at this altar called marriage. And I will do this to my death, though my death it may very well bring…
…God risked Himself on me and so I will risk myself on you.