We were both broken and wounded when we met , but not the same.
Scarred and hurt ,loneliness guided our way.
Life had bruised our soft hearts.
Walking a tightrope between hope and defeat, we made a new start.
You trusted no one.
I trusted myself .
Fiercely vulnerable, bravely terrified. But not the same.
Searching for acceptance and love, I found you.
I offered my hand , you took it .
But I can’t save you.
He offers you bread, you say you’re not hungry.
He shines the light, you’d rather sleep.
He brings living water, you’re already drunk .
He offers true love, you have me.
I’m not big enough for the hole in your heart.
I know the One who loves you more.
Take his hand!
So we can be the same.
Safe in his arms.