i wish i were more brave. how daring, how risky, how painful it would be to love someone SO much, knowing in advance that that love would be abused, misunderstood, trampled on, despised. i've always been amazed by hosea. is my call to love any different than his? is my call any less than the call that christ answered on the cross? genuine questions...
how do i love my boss in the same way? can the inkling toward 'self preservation' be found in love? why is it okay for my love to have self-inflicted 'boundaries'? where's the fine line between loving and enabling, especially in regard to someone in an authoritative position? do i stay and be a sacrifice, or do i go in hopes of loving from a different vantage point?
dusty feet, tired from walking
you have beautiful feet
And you walk those roads, and you gave hope to me
calloused hands tired from working
but you have beautiful hands
and the wounds therein have given life to me
i want to know your beauty
to hold it here in my heart
oh lord if only i could make my road look like your road
if i could love the way you love
if your word in my heart was the only thing i used to fill me up
i want to place my feet where the wounded walk
where you learn to love no matter what the cost
i want to go
i want to walk your road
a broken heart for the wounded
and yours is the most beautiful
looking past our faults and dying to meet our need
weeping eyes for the sinner
there's nothing more beautiful
and lord i want the passion of those tears
i want to know your beauty
to hold it here in my hands
oh lord if only i could make my road look like your road
if i could love the way you love
if your word in my heart was the only thing i used to fill me up
i want to place my feet where the wounded walk
where you learn to love no matter what the cost
i want to go
i want to know how to walk your road
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