One hundred other lovers, more, one hundred other altars. If I should slow my pace and finally subject me to grace and love that shames the wise, betrays the heart’s deceit and lies, and breaks the back of foolish pride.
You know I’ve been unfaithful, lovers in lines, while you’re turning over tables with the rage of a jealous kind. I chose the gallows to the aisle, thought that love would never find. Hanging ropes will never keep you and your love of a jealous kind.
It’s in your moment of raw honesty that Jesus rolls up his sleeves and begins to restore you by his grace. I know that sounds like a churchy thing to say, but God totally understands your struggle. You can come to him in any condition. He loves you in your slobbery, ugly, vulnerable, flailing mess. He welcomes your doubts, frustrations, questions, and confusion. His mind is already made up about you on the cross.
It’s in your exposed humanity that God’s grace really works, and it won’t work any other way. You don’t have to hide.