a hole in my
heart when she
asked if I loved her.
How can I say I love her
when the hole keeps leaking
the joy that should entwine us?
Someday I'll meet the right person
that will first patch the hole in my heart
and then my love will be free to bless us both.
But then I asked my Savior if He truly loved me
and He explained that His love did not require
me to fix the holes that are part of my life.
He would love me anyway and He would
fix the multitude of unlovable things
that plague my sinful weak life.
He would love me regardless
of whether I was willing
to love Him or not.
I can love others