I sit here thinking of time that's past
Wondering why love never lasts
I could read books and countless sources
And all I find is theories & pointless courses
On what to expect and how it works
How it gets better and how it gets worse
Love is a lot of things, except easy to find
I was fooled into thinking that you were mine
Love is beautiful, but only when it's true
But you may think it evil, when you rush into it like fools
I thought the world of you
But I was truly wrong
You had me feeling blue
Like a bitter ending in the saddest song
How many I love yous were really real?
How many times did you say what you really feel?
A relationship as
Sometimes my childcren wonder what I want them to do. My desire is that they tell others about my Son.
As Jesus was commissioning in his days, he was also commissioning all who would follow days, years, centuries later. Because his first listeners went out and made disciples, eventually you heard the message. Now testify of what you have heard so that those who follow in your steps can also do the same.
Tell the people next door, in the next cubicle, or in the next country. Let them hear of Jesus' sacrifice for you, for them. Let them know that I care. And as you share the good news, be certain of this-I will go with you, even to the ends