His love through yours


Household chores, the most unromantic thing. And yet, you came of your own accord, selfless love in action.

You brought a gift and a card, and I found you on your knees outside my door. Our first tiff, and the fault was mostly mine, but you heard, through my tears, a wounded heart, and you came. You came, bringing a warm embrace and a heart of understanding, comfort for my pain.

So this is what it’s like to be loved. I think I glimpse Abba’s love just a little more through you.


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