What kind of love only exists in theory?
What kind of love merely lives inside the walls of a church,
Where uncovering hypocrisy is as simple enough as
Hearing us call ourselves the lovers of God?
Dear brother, I won't sugar-coat my urgency any longer, and I apologize to you in
Advance if I end up shoving the things I believe straight down your throat.
Please forgive me for my lack of tact, and please remember that I'm telling you
This because I love you to death.
But quite frankly, I'd rather risk being offensive than never confront you at
All.
I've been attempting to get your attention, but lately hell has been in your
Head.
You work so hard to hide your issues in a church-approved alibi.
Do you expect me to pretend that I don't know you're not perfect?
God forbid we make this politics.
You just need help. I'm here to help.
I'm done avoiding that you're suffering.
What a fearful thought that I'm not always pushed to grief
Every second you're outside the bounds of grace.
...but...
This bedside candle bears a haunting flame,
A grim reminder of the cost at stake.
I force myself to stare this piece of hell in the face.
I can't sleep when my concern for you becomes an ache.
And how I dread the thought of attending the version of your funeral
Where the preacher can't speak with confidence on whether you're in heaven or
Hell,
And so he's forced to ignore his doubts and lie through his teeth to reassure
The congregation that you're resting in peace.
How could I live with myself if I didn't speak of salvation with every breath I
Have to give? Silence is no longer an option; I will love you, until you see
What I see, like Christ loved me: even at my darkest. And so even at your
Darkest, I'll be there for you.
Dear friend, dear brother, I swear these words are timeless. I will show you
The only love that has been consistent; the only love that stuck around despite
How much I screwed up; the only love that cares enough to forgive my failures;
The only love that gives me an identity I don't despise;
The only love that showed me I was indebted to a Savior without yelling
Condemnation in my ear; the only love that never had to apologize.
But I am sensitive to your position. I am aware of your delicate state.
Please hear my intention. I will never stop warning you of this dark grave, an
Unbearable eternity.
Is this the distance between God and man?