I catch myself
over and over again
holding on to my anger, my judgement,
my sin
keeping score, putting up a fight
but I’m desperately trying to do what’s right
so take it all till all that’s left
is only love
only love
take it all till all that’s left
is only love
only love
love keeps no records of wrongs-
so You say
but the pain is so strong
sometimes I pray
for the memories to fade away
until all thats left
is love
sometimes I look in the mirror
and I see
my old self staring back at me
so unworthy
but how can I begin
to love someone else
if I can’t even love myself?
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1 Corinthians 13
I wrote this song recently as I thought about what it means to really love unconditionally. I am as guilty as anyone for hanging onto the past and allowing it to color the way I see people. It is so hard to let go of past hurts and rejections- and even harder to truly love someone unconditionally when we still harbor those feelings.
My prayer is for Him to help me continue to let go and to see others- including myself– the way He sees us.
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8
This is beautiful!! I hope you have an avenue where you are sharing your song writing talents and your beautiful voice!
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Thank you, Tammi, for your kind words 🙂 I am blessed to be serving the Lord and ministering through music in our local church. Blessings to you 🙂
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You know Julie it was only after the death of my only daughter Kelly that ,I have been in position to see that through growing into fullness in Christ is there true forgiveness and freedom from pass hurts and sins. I seek daily to grow and be transformed into his image that Her would be manifested through me. Your writing struck a chord with me. I had wasted so many years in my eyes. Little did I know that through all my failures and short comings God was shaping me. He is not done yet. I pray I will be more easily molded in the future. Stay the course and be encouraged. God sees you and love’s you very much.
Blessings to you Julie.
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Wow… I have been chewing on your words for a couple of days. I cannot imagine the pain you and your wife have gone through in losing your daughter. Your words, your life, your blog are a living testimony to God’s amazing grace. I can only imagine how difficult this past weekend was (with it being Mother’s Day). I always think about those parents who have lost a child, or those who were never able to have children- especially on Mother’s/Father’s Day… one of my favorite worship songs is “Blessed Be Your Name”. Even though we didn’t sing this at church yesterday, I sang this line in my heart all day long- “You give and take away, You give and take away. My heart will choose to say- Blessed be Your Name.” God bless you, my friend 🙂
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Thank you Julie for your kindness.
Blessings Tom
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This is so gorgeous. I struggle terribly with bitter resentments no matter how much I pray to not do so. God bless you.
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Thank you so much for stopping by and for your kind words 🙂 I think those things are something we all struggle with at some time or another! I have to intentionally lay down these struggles daily to the Lord. Praying for God’s peace for you today 🙂 Blessings to you!!
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Hi Julie! Yes, daily I lay them down–but I so wish I could just be done with it all, be more saintly 🙂 I’ve realized though, that if I had it all together I wouldn’t need the Lord–and that wouldn’t be good. Whatever brings us closer to Him, is good–even if it doesn’t seem very admirable at the moment. Praying for you today, as well–the blessings of His unmerited Favor 🙂
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