To set the table of love
Because I love you,
I set a table of love.
A table of perfect, abounding love
I lay this out for you.
I set the table
The table with my burnt tablecloth
with my chipped plates
and the cups covered in scratches.
…But the love…
Oh, the love!
The richest love one could ever taste
Served in heaping mountains upon the imperfect plates
Because I love you.
Because I love you,
I let you see my chipped plates and burnt tablecloth
Because I want you to know,
That because I love you,
You will never be scratched, chipped, or burned
Without the table of love
Set for you to feast at.
You are not alone
Because I love you!
My arms reach across the tables
As rich laughter envelops us
And tears roll down our cheeks.
We are overwhelmed with this love.
I take your hands in mind
My sister
My dearest friend
Because I love you
I would lay down my life for you.
As we feast on the love,
The aroma of the love filling the room,
I know this love pours out of God
Served with imperfect vessels,
But love all the same.
I cannot be perfect for you,
As much as I want to be,
But I will always be there for you.
Because I love you
I love you with God’s abundant love.