Oh, to risk!
What else could our hearts be for??
In defiance of the fear inside,
We proclaim that though there may be bruises
That require mending
And wounds in need of sutures,
No pain is so great as to overcome
Love!
Walls of protection are self-serving and vain,
For a heart incapable of breaking
Is a heart incapable of loving.
It’s as not lighting a fire on a frigid wintry night,
And freezing to death for fear of being burned!
Creation itself screams that
The only death worth dying
Is a dying to oneself
And oh my GOD I’m dying to die to myself!
Our hearts are made to ache and to long,
But so often we’ve sold this perilous love
For a futile security.
I know there is pain and there is risk,
But if our hearts indeed find martyrdom,
Then so be it!
God himself did die
For a cause no lesser than love!
What else could our hearts be for??
In defiance of the fear inside,
We proclaim that though there may be bruises
That require mending
And wounds in need of sutures,
No pain is so great as to overcome
Love!
Walls of protection are self-serving and vain,
For a heart incapable of breaking
Is a heart incapable of loving.
It’s as not lighting a fire on a frigid wintry night,
And freezing to death for fear of being burned!
Creation itself screams that
The only death worth dying
Is a dying to oneself
And oh my GOD I’m dying to die to myself!
Our hearts are made to ache and to long,
But so often we’ve sold this perilous love
For a futile security.
I know there is pain and there is risk,
But if our hearts indeed find martyrdom,
Then so be it!
God himself did die
For a cause no lesser than love!
