What if, today, You spoke my name
And I was unaware?
What if, last night, You held me close
With love I cannot bear?
What if I face, without a smile
A world that needs me to?
What if my anger, all my tears
Should not be aimed at You?
What then? I have no other choice,
I find, but to endure.
Yours is the greater, selfless love
And mine is the impure.
What if I was Your broken jar
And light shone through the cracks?
Would you then let the love return
And beauty to come back?
I've no more left: I'm spent, I'm done;
No music to my song.
But Your reply, in tenderness
Suggests I am all wrong.
postscript
Because Jesus speaks truth over me, and I never seem to believe it.