I don’t really know you,
Or that’s what it seems,
But there’s a connection,
You know what I mean.
That it was mutual,
I was amazed and pleased.
My fear of being alone,
Heightened emotions, all eased.
But then I had a dream…
It’s a normal fear,
a normal dream;
There’s no one here,
everyone’s gone;
The end of the world,
everyone’s alone.
All our lives are laid out bare
To be judged and weighed.
Now only God can see
If we’ve lived for
Judgement day integrity.
I like you, I care for you,
I love you, I want to spend time with you,
But that doesn’t matter;
My love fades unimportantly,
But not for your life,
I only care about your purity,
That you’ll respond in joy
When, on Christ, you look,
Because your name
Is written in his book.
The Garth Brooks Dilemma.
11 years ago

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