I give you all of me for all you are. Here I am; take me apart.
(Source: spiritualinspiration, via i-am-jesus-freak)
When I fall apart sit with me
Stay with me
Be the one who holds my hand
Who prays with me
Who prays for me.
When I am no longer able to be your rock,
Stay strong for me.
Be, if nothing else, that point of stability in my life.
Let your love for me be unchanging
Be unwaining.
When I fall apart
Hold my heart.
Make me to feel your heart.
When I’m scared to death
Or even breathing my last breath remind me to live
Tell me it’s not over
Don’t let my fear make me forget that life is on both sides of this.
to label me a prodigal
would be only scratching on the surface of who i’ve been known to be
so turn me around
pick me up
undo what i’ve become
bring me back to the place of forgiveness and grace
that even though he goes to church every sunday
and even though she loves him
and he says he loves her
he just refuses to get it together.
he refuses to put his life somewhat in order.
it’s sad and crazy because even though she knows Christ will come
and even though he knows,
this boy she loves makes no effort to change.
he lives like he doesn’t believe in dying.
like tomorrow will come
and she wonders what it’ll take to make her lover—
her husband—
believe that the gift of the present
doesn’t promise him the power to move in the next second.
what will it take to make him wake up to the fact that her faith can’t cover him.
why is he asleep to God while saying “Amen”
and “preach, Preacher.”
she dies inside everytime he cries from being convicted,
she wonders will he change or is he thinking that even though he’s wrong God will forgive him without an apology.
she doesn’t want him to burn in hell for all of eternity.
but at the moment,
it appears that’s what he’s making his bed to do…
