Love.

The burden.

The weight.

It rests on me.

I try to let it go or refocus my thoughts or shift them.

But still it remains.

Heavy on me.

Like a dull beating drum.

Like the panting of a race horse after the heat.

Love has become lie.

Fiercely drown out is truth.

Sincerity disparity God gives us clarity.

I don't know a single father who would let their son wander to the edge of a chasm

Or one single mother who would be acting in love to let them explore beyond the boundary

Where safety is threatened

But freedom has beckoned

Is it freedom at all though, past the edge, off the ledge?

Many of us pledge we walk in love

But like Chris Rice sang,

"sometimes Love has to drive a nail into His own hand."

Love, sincere love, hates what is evil, clings to good.

Love, sincere love, sacrifices, repents, forgives,

Walks humbly, justly, rightly

Lays itself, self, I said self, down

Fully ready and expectant, expectant, I said expectant

To stand in truth, to stand, stand, I said stand

Love, sincere love, recognizes the great cost involved with true love

It bows low regularly,

Leaving the burden

The weight

Rest on me

Like a freedom, freedom, I said freedom that is truly not free

This freedom cost Him everything

And left me with the greatest gift

The only of three to remain

Faith, hope

And

Love.