What is Love

How strange my soul to be at peace and crying ever louder.
To love so much to let one go, to let the part take place.
To confirm the very fear you hate.
To fail one loved, in faith of One who never fails.
Hold fast, my heart, He has prepared you.
To hold with an open hand.
Still feel, my heart, but do not hold, do not pick up what’s not yours.
Trust in the One who holds all the world and all of time in His hands.
Please break, my heart, for what is broken.
But do not fear for what’s not lost.

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