He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
Hmmm..... his love is somewhat jealous and fierce. He loves hard and it hurts.
I am inspired by his love. The deep love that is blinding and can sweep us off our feet. It causes a pain in my chest that stops my breath. I try to inhale but it only brings me to tears. Tears that burn with every blink of my eye. I wonder if that is what it feels like to be loved by another person.
What I want more than anything in this world is to be loved like that. I know that I am capable of love that is blinding. I want to be loved by a man. By one here on this earth. I want heaven on earth.
Some use religion to simplify and manage the otherwise unbearable complexity of the human experience. (CS Lewis) I want to use love to soften life's beatings.
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