Meaning of marriage

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06y5Ub9oamE

FALLIBLE BEING, LOVE ME STILL.

Condense the sum of my feebleness,
Let your judging focus be stade on the things you love most about me,
I wil fail you like the wind remembers not to be seen,
Disappoint you like a mother knows how to wind it's baby, this is part of what makes me beautiful, love me like the sky and how accepting it is that the stars and the moon are not always visible,
Make a home for me with tolerance of all my dark sides.
Love my half moon just as much as my full moon.
Love all my stars, even the ones that fall on you like staple on paper, it will hurt but I promise we will be inseparable if you stay.
Look at me like a gold mine whose gold is yet to be discovered.
On the other side of the dust and the rusk,  I am a pendent.
Love that my flaws are not hidden from you,
Love that you see me as I am, I know it's not a good sight but it's a privilege only few will ever have.
My love is imperfect, but it's real...and am asking you to have it.

By A Poet Friend, Hope.

I thought one would find it in a palace
perhaps on someone's tiara
in comfortable strain,
where my heart wouldn't really faint,
indeed,
thought such beauty was borne out of
morality and righteous living.
however, to my shock,
 I found the sparkle in precious filth,
refined in seeming normality
of bad luck, stagnant dreams
and nothing special in particular


a restless heart seeking home
in violent chaos
where heaven and hell wrestle for a soul,
somewhat dancing with dangerous chance
deciding between life and death
yet the conundrum hid itself from my deviant eye
may God find me
to rest my tired soul
and to give me a crown
and a new heart,
for a new beginning
into eternity and abundant life, real life
until then,
may I seek your face
may I seek eternity
may I forfeit my right to enjoy this moment
through discipline and prayer
to passionately seek you
and there in my lack,
in my demerit to entitle myself to pretty things,
may you find me,
hungry and crying for you.
and by your grace may you fill this empty heart,
this busy heart,
this painful heart,
and may love exceed fear, anxiety and all the inadequacy I ever felt,
indeed may the object of my troubles seem like filth to me,
and may my goal be God and nothing else,
may practicing his love, be my highest goal...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ah0uydqMYhE

Oceans by hillsong

You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand
Will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You've never failed and You won't start now

So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

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Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

Oh, Jesus, you're my God!

I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine

As the ruin falls by cs lewis

A disconnect between heart and  you.

 

looosely bound to heaven.

 

I give myself to the world.

 

Following easy trajectories.

 

Arrived in a windowless house.

 

wishes and visions confined to black walls.

 

An abyss.

 

The longer the heart resides here

 

The more it contends against the concrete.

 

In here, happiness cannot sustain itself.

 

Yet, instead of fleeing the cage,

 

And searching for fertile ground,

 

I too planted seeds on concrete.

 

Fought with walls,

 

*A futility that breaks my heart when my sense intermittently returns*.

A desert

She walks steadily towards the fire,

Conversing with her fallen soul,

Trying to redeem herself before she approaches the holiness:

 

I carry you in my tired heart.

Your yoke Lord, is lighter than the chaos I keep.

 

Guide your child through the parched soils,

Irrigate the deserts she must tread.

And be the hope of her heart.

Wherever you may lead her.

 

It’s a lonely journey,

Pursuing unseen things,

Swimming against the world’s tides,

Praying in the busy-ness

Drawing a seeming wish list…

 

You have put a void in my heart.

Have put me in the lowest pit…

I cry, I toil against fiends everyday...a somewhat recurring defeat(s).
 

‘’but If Christ’s kingdom may thereby be advanced in me.

Then may your will  be done’’