Letting go... (poem)

Letting go...

by Faye Vorster

Hot tears flow.

They couldn’t know how much it costs me to let go.
So desperately,
I want to see more of You reflected in me.
But it hurts so much to love You more than I love me.

Stop. Reflect.

I must reject the strong desire to self-protect.
I hate the pain,
And yet disdain my selfish heart’s desire to reign.
But it costs so much to love You more than I love me.

Promised to
Give all to You, and have You first in all I do.
I make a mess,
I don’t possess the strength to live what I profess.
But I don’t know how to love You more than I love me.

Hot blood flowed

For You to show You love me more than I could know
Broken, you cried.
You were denied, rejected and then crucified.
It hurt so much to love me when I did not love you.

Perfectly,

You came to free, did what it took to rescue me.
The death you died
Crossed the divide of sin, to heal me from the inside.
It cost so much to love me when I did not love you.

Finally,  

I start to see that you’re not holding out on me.
Your love is mine,
Your grace, divine, chose me before the start of time.
Only you could have loved me when I did not love you.

Faye Vorster,

South Africa