I only want someone to love me.
Why is it so hard to rely on your love?
You are the one who can fill this void,
so why am I running instead of jumping into your arms?
For years I have wandered. Searching the deserts for the love you promised,
only to be beaten and battered and bruised.
Why is it so hard to rely on your love?
Why am I running instead of jumping into your arms?
You are the one, the only one who can fill this void.
Why is it so hard to rely on your love?
You are the one who can fill this void,
so why am I running instead of jumping into your arms?
For years I have wandered. Searching the deserts for the love you promised,
only to be beaten and battered and bruised.
Why is it so hard to rely on your love?
Why am I running instead of jumping into your arms?
You are the one, the only one who can fill this void.
It seems that over the past couple of months I've been a little obsessed with the heart.
Matters of the heart burn deep to the core of my being. I love being loved and want to be loved. I know that people love me and am reminded by a few of them regularly. Then why are matters of the heart so hard to deal with? Why do I allow satan(who sucks, if you didn't already know)to play mind games with me? Why do I let him get in and tell me so many lies about myself not being good enough to be loved?
Tonight I was chatting with a wise friend who said that she didn't think I would be happy until I fell into his arms. I already knew whose arms she was talking about, but took the chance to question it, just in case she proved me wrong. No, she didn't - nor did I expect her to! I wouldn't be happy until I fell into Jesus' arms. She also encouraged me to read Song of Songs, knowing that it could probably help. This is not the wisdom I was looking for, but it was good none the less.
Now, hours later, I sit here in a sleepy daze. Angry at myself that I can't seem to rid my mind and heart of these matters, and sad because I've allowed Satan to penitrate my mind with his slimy lies that do me no good. So what do I do? I opened Song of Songs, of course! The above phrase was on a piece of paper that was waiting for me in SOS. I wrote that a few months ago when I was feeling this same sort of way.
My dear friend told me to fall into Jesus' arms. Looks like I tried telling myself this a while back.
She's wise, this friend of mine.
Blessings.
Matters of the heart burn deep to the core of my being. I love being loved and want to be loved. I know that people love me and am reminded by a few of them regularly. Then why are matters of the heart so hard to deal with? Why do I allow satan(who sucks, if you didn't already know)to play mind games with me? Why do I let him get in and tell me so many lies about myself not being good enough to be loved?
Tonight I was chatting with a wise friend who said that she didn't think I would be happy until I fell into his arms. I already knew whose arms she was talking about, but took the chance to question it, just in case she proved me wrong. No, she didn't - nor did I expect her to! I wouldn't be happy until I fell into Jesus' arms. She also encouraged me to read Song of Songs, knowing that it could probably help. This is not the wisdom I was looking for, but it was good none the less.
Now, hours later, I sit here in a sleepy daze. Angry at myself that I can't seem to rid my mind and heart of these matters, and sad because I've allowed Satan to penitrate my mind with his slimy lies that do me no good. So what do I do? I opened Song of Songs, of course! The above phrase was on a piece of paper that was waiting for me in SOS. I wrote that a few months ago when I was feeling this same sort of way.
My dear friend told me to fall into Jesus' arms. Looks like I tried telling myself this a while back.
She's wise, this friend of mine.
...wash me and I will be clean. Pour the blood of Jesus over me...
Blessings.
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