Love by Justin Countryman

Love.

Love is a tricky thing.

I knew a love once.

This love was intense.

This love was real.

This love was authentic.

This love almost killed me.

This love didn’t stop her from walking out the door.

This love didn’t stop her from falling for him.

This love didn’t protect my heart.

This love didn’t shelter our son.

This love didn’t end in a fairytale happiness.

This love destroyed.

This love consumed.

This love devoured.

This love hurt.

This love fled.

This love brought more pain that I could bare.

Love.

Pain.

What is the difference?

Jesus.

Savior.

Healer.

Redeemer.

LOVE.

I know this LOVE.

This LOVE heals.

This LOVE mends.

This LOVE saves.

This LOVE creates.

This LOVE redeems.

This LOVE renews.

This LOVE rebuilds.

This LOVE conquers.

This LOVE stays.

This LOVE lasts.

This LOVE defines.

When I run, this LOVE chases.

When I hide, this LOVE seeks.

When I fall, this LOVE catches.

When I am weak, this LOVE is strong.

When I hurt, this LOVE comforts.

When I fear, this LOVE holds.

This LOVE wants me.

This LOVE desires me.

This LOVE defines me.

This LOVE died momentarily, to remain eternal.

This LOVE suffered to ease my pain.

This LOVE stood alone, so I don’t have to.

This LOVE took my place, because I couldn’t.

Love is death.

LOVE is life.