I said,
My tears run down
into an endless well.
I drown
in sorrow,
make my bed in hell,
and cry myself to sleep.
And You replied,
My love is deep.
I said,
My heart is breaking.
I’m too small to hold
this breadth of aching.
I was told,
My love is wide.
I said,
My faith will fail
before my sin and pain
will pass away –
I heard You say,
My love is long.
I cried,
My arms will flail
and I will fight.
I was born to,
loving darkness more than light.
You said,
I know.
My love is strong.