I confess that I don't love You like I should, but then again, how should I love You?
How should I love One for whom I have no words for?
He is Word Himself.
In those moments few and far in between, I catch a glimpse of You and though it is never enough, it keeps me going.
I don't revere You like I ought to, and I ought to. A naked love isn't enough; a naked love holds no sacredness in its heart and therefore has no reverence for God.
It's got to be more than just naked love.
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