I Have Got Love - Oops

Oh around here we dancy prantsy about love. We come at it from every angle that will make your jaw dangle. We quote oh this and that we glorify at what table we have sat. Puff out our chests and declare our love, as though it was sent from heaven above. Look at me I can indeed love so much, yes I know I am out of touch. You can smell the love oozing from my very pore, looking to me to give you more. Look no further for you can see, lacking love is who angels make me be. Why do my flashy words and design make my love seem so benign? “Son I love you” I do declare, yet in deeds I do not fare. Lift me up of love sublime, make your words yours and not mine.

Truth be told I create a façade, to me love is often odd. I know this and that about God’s carress, but in fact no one should care less. Do I speak of miles of good, yet do not act as I should. I cannot weap for me it would be, maybe for all the world to see. A show and a lie about life, never showing failure as my strife. Try as I may I cannot love right, good love is just out of sight.

Maybe if I sit under my tree enough, love will be cut out of my rough. Tonight we plan a love celebration preparations made in anticipation. Oh for sure a holiday of sorts, but not official say the reports. We seem to be one step off the beaten path, just barely ahead of ludicrous laughs. In this house that we call home I often march to an ugly tome. So a celebration is in much order, so we cross that love happiness border. Leave me be perhaps is best do not look to me what is the rest.

Maybe a hug and maybe a nice long smile, will rekindle what I should feel all the while. Surrounded by love at every turn, why could it be that love I yearn. Talk a big game Mr. Eric sir, but run and hide if the pot we stir.

A contemptuous fraud is what I am my true intentions don’t give a damn. Songs of praise I sing all day, but often love just gets in the way.

So turn from this corruptor of words and to God look forwards. Man can only wave the banner, but love alone can set the standard. Please do not look when I do crawl, not my weakness shown to all. I cry and beg but it does not seem to be, that God has truly entrusted love to me. I kneel and I weep in sweet surrender and still pure love does not render.

I hope that do not suffer as I do, I hope that true love has been show to you. Flowery language is my demise leaving love to the truly wise. Tonight I cry my self to sleep if only one bit of love I keep. Yet it flows away like leaf on air I awake and it is nowhere.

Now I think I start to see love is not something to keep with me. I lose it every waking moment the waves of love do foment. I kept on thinking I could grasp and keep it. Truly Lord I am your idiot. I am not supposed to grasp and hold it I am to watch and behold it.

Thanks God for this lesson with your love I will stop messing. Oh my there it went again off someplace to again begin. I suppose like a butterfly not to hold but to set free I hope it lands on the nose of thee.