The Practice of Love

The practice of love

Or the absence thereof

Eats away at the core

Where you wouldn’t give more

Gnawing, it erodes and threatens to consume

The firstfruits of me before I’m aware

The practice of love

Mixed with threats, cuts and blood

My safe haven shattered

As our dreams lie tattered

Fleeing to hide in a shelter that eludes

As approaching hope drowns in fear

The practice of love

Dreadful script comes undone

My Savior catches each tear

As He holds me forever near

Healing, restoring He gives life anew

And leads me to the true practice of love

The practice of love

Born from the One above

Proves unlike any I’ve known

Teaching me deep truths of Home

Running, soaring in His strength I can do

As He does and lay my life down for you.