On Love

I wonder,

Were we crazy fools to embark upon this 

Broken, narrow road?

Two different people;

Two different souls and minds.

Thousands of thoughts,

Feelings,

Hurts,

Wants,

Needs,

Seem to wage a war

So violent,

So deadly,

That hope is scarcely heard.

How could this be?

How could this ever work?

This exchange of brokenness

For brokenness.

Hoping,

Praying,

That beauty and good might someday come.

So much we carry,

So much we could never know or see.

These hearts,

Foolish and vulnerable, of fleshy stone;

Like blocks of ice-

Cold, hard, and fragile,

So slowly melted,

Yet so quickly frozen hard.

Ignorant,

I thought we could walk this road in peace,

That you were the one,

And the journey would be joyous,

Practically carefree.

Though joy is evident,

Trial and conflict so swiftly enter,

Seeking to steal the hope

And the light from our eyes.

Hurt after hurt,

Regret and shame

Seem to dominate this heart.

We come close,

Break further to the core

Of the ice which traps our hearts,

Only to be viciously torn apart

By distance,

By sin,

By a past we can't control.

Surrender,

Defeat,

Those crafty deceivers,

Frequent the corridors of my mind,

Whisper of how simple it would be

To forsake,

To forget

All we have done and all we have been.

Discouraged,

I hang my head in despair,

For love,
Peace, 
Seem all but lost;

How could good rise from the ice of our souls

And bring a new song to our hearts?

Yet hope breaks through,

And sings a tune,
A higher, sweeter note.

God is good

And works for our good,

That His glory might be known
Throughout the world,
And in our feeble, 
Icy hearts.

Though "us" may not be 

What the Lord has 
Wonderfully,
Perfectly
Willed,
We can rest in the peace,
In the hope of His sovereign plan,
His perfect love, 
His boundless grace.

Take my hand,
This busted heart,
And run wildly

To grace and joy 
That never end,
Trusting, 
Holding dearly to
His plan, not ours,
His timing, not mine,
And His love, unfailing.