My heart is bleeding out, bleeding out.
I can’t stop it flowing out, flowing out.
What can I say, You warned me all along,
and now faithful to the work, my prayers for her still belong.
A friend to her I will forever be,
I purposed in my heart.
A friend in good and a friend in bad you see,
That is a friend indeed.
I don’t know how to do this,
I don’t know if its even what she really wants,
But a love felt is a love shown,
Even if her love ill never own.
Please don’t let that word scare you off,
For love can take so many a form,
A daughter or son, a mother or father, a sister or brother,
A friend, or more, yet perhaps to come…
I fought so hard, your heart to win,
I would fight some more, except for the peace that beckons within,
“Be still, and know I am here” it whispers,
Such gentle words that break my bones.
I have so much more to learn He says,
But your teacher will be the pain itself,
I know nothing truly yet of Your ways,
Until the fire refines and burns away all self.
Your heart, O God, bled for me until it broke,
They pierced Your side, where water and blood flowed out.
What can I say, You knew what You were doing all along,
Faithful to the work, Your prayers for me still belong.
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