I can write to you of my love for you, but now my spirit is broken and no words can describe my pain
I can tell you all about my heart ache for you
But my spirit is broken and I’ve no where to turn
I would tell you my love for you has killed me
But your spirit would simply bring me back again just to afflict me
I know it’s not you, but the watchmen who barely know you
Yet I wish you would deal with me directly
It’s easy to say I give up
That my heart is broken and I can no longer love you
But who am I kidding
You knew I would never stop loving you before you called me into existence
Now what’s left of me?
Does a man go into desolation because he loves his God
Or will his God find him and heal him of his affliction.
I read the words: “I’ve spoken”, twice. Now I use those same words.
It’s your turn!