Tell Me About Your Love

Tell me about your love.

Tell me how it saves, how it holds, how it heals.

Tell me how it wraps up the hurting and makes them new.

Tell me how this love, how this mighty, powerful, all-consuming, wild love washes the stains away.

Tell me about your love.

Let me hear how you changed the world with only it as your guide.

Let me hear how you gave it a voice that spoke the language of every broken and beating heart it met.

Let me hear how you waited for even a hint of that desperate cry that caused it to swoop in and change everything.

Tell me about your love.

Show me in a way that I can feel deeper than my skin.

Show me in a way that leaves not a shred of doubt.

Show me in a way that I can know is more real than what has always been.

Tell me about your love.  

About the love that declares this life worthy.

About the love that demands this life is enough.

About the love that offers freedom.

Tell me about your love.  

Because it wasn’t your love that was felt the night that caused a heart to beat differently.

Because your love wasn’t found when one body left scared and unprotected.

Because your love wouldn’t have left things even more broken than they were before.

Tell me about your love.

The love that protects.

The love that fulfills.

The love that stays.

Jesus… tell me about your love.

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