12:31 (Mark His Words)

Insecurity, in some senses
Prayed for an intentional loss
Grip has a hardened heart
And I read His books

It was a difficult call
Without simple salutations
But with all solemnness
To love you as I to me

But how hard it is!
To accept its truthfulness
As we all are epitomes of denial
How true! No book can say better what love is

Oh, so, shall we ever follow?
As comprehension begins to overflow
Let not the bees sting our wrists
But the hearts to abate

Sing, sweet song
Of unity so high
As we sift through the seasons
We scream, I will love you