When only pain it does beget
What drives the resounding beats
That surely will fall flat
No desire so sickeningly sweet
Nor hope so despairing
Yet if love was a sword
We would fall on it gladly
To death we would search
For “till death do us part”
Because life begins apart
Without intimacy of heart
But only separation
Seems the natural state
So why the intuition
The instinctive longing
The ever seeking wander
That surely is for naught
Or we feel it so
Yet search we must
For love we were made
And not love a concept
But rather Love
A Person
A God
He instilled that intuition
To know loneliness
As unnatural
And He died
To bridge that separation
And He went to it gladly
That we might know Love
Jesus
Intimately
We are made for Love
Crafted for Love
By Love
Crafted by Love
God drives these resounding beats
And they will not fall flat in His hands
But when they stop
Death does not part
And pain we will forget
As we meet
And rest
At our Saviour's feet
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