The Record

It’s really quite long
This record of wrongs
The list that I’ve kept

I love you, it’s true
But my love for you
Is less than ideal

Don’t tell me you don’t
Believe you I won’t
You keep your list too

We’re only human after all
And ever since the Fall
We’ve been tallying scores

We need His love divine
Covering yours and mine
So we might love true


It’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub today. The pub opens at noon my time and I’ll be linking this up then. Head on over and see what other poets are serving up.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


17 Responses

  1. Love the beat of the rhyming verses. We do keep score don’t we but hopefully it will become shorter and shorter as time and grace allows.

  2. Ha – I certainly know my mother kept score and would take out her long scroll of complaints about me and my Dad out whenever it suited her… You do an excellent job of describing ‘conditional love’ and its opposite.

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