It is true I never loved
the way that love was meant to be
I loved with fickle, selfish stuff
and all centered on me.
And yet it was a greater love
than ever I'd felt before
A willingness to die to self
and live for something more.
But in my flesh such passive love,
Inadequate at best,
You felt like a nagging wound.
It never let you rest.
I love you still, but selfish love
Is forever gone from me.
I learned too late that all is lost
If I put me before thee.
And yet I plead with God above
Fill me, O Lord, with perfect love!
Give me what lacked in all those years
I've paid for love with all my tears!
Now see, I'm still here looking out
at a world of unknown fear
And I will face that world again,
side by side with you, my dear.
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