She said, he's made me cry, he's spoke hard words to me.
But he's gave and suffered for me.
If I had been gleeful that he suffered for me,
I would have been in competition when he flattered me,
Or I would have rebelled when he made me cry.
He's made me cry because he loves me.
He's taken our love by the horns.
His words are so real.
His authority humbles me.
I dare not be hurt by his love.
He gave me all the liberty I could fear so I could be true or foolish.
He said, you can never reach truth if there is one part of liberty hindered,
It will be the part where your heart is bad.
I seen then our love wasn't any one thing by itself.
I seen I was only free to be foolish while he was showing me this.
I would have to overcome liberty,
I would have to live it.
I love what he has shown me,
So I love him all the more.
Love does not choose what comes.
Love does not take advantage.
Love does not bleed or milk a thing.
Love suffers long.
I was so troubled I could not sleep.
So he took me out of our tent and walked me by the starlight.
We passed by those stars setting on the horizon,
Made the crest of the ever gentle grade of this long lying hill.
There an ancient tree lived.
There the path dipped down the other gradual side.
He gave me so much freedom I was alone.
Nothing could comfort me.
It was late,
Tomorrow nigh.
Love could not be selfish now.
He was sober and I was in soul pain.
We did not see the constellation then.
And then the bright and morning star was coming up.
And I determined his love was greater than the liberty he had given me.
So our love was seen through a long passage of the night.
And now we were one again.
Brent
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