No Love in Me

Lately, many of my thoughts have expressed themselves in song. In the past three months, I've written five songs, which is much more than my usual song output. Even my husband says, "You're a writing machine!" I sit at the piano, and somehow, it comes out in music.

My most recent song is based on one single thought I had during communion last Sunday.

What if we looked as ugly as our sin?

I would be afraid if everyone could see me for the person I truly am, with my dark and twisted insides. It is God's grace that they can't. Any goodness, joy, peace, kindness, or love in me can only be from God. 

No Love in Me

If my outside looked like my inside

Would you still want me?

If my lips echoed my thoughts

Would you stay?

I don't mean to deceive you

Let me tell you the truth

There is no love in me

Though my intentions seem good

They're never pure

With my right hand I give freely

With my left I take away

The person you admire

Is not deserving of admiration

There is no love in me

I'm a master of disguise

I am an actor

I'm a weaver of words

A storyteller

Behind my many masks

Is just a shadow

There is no love in me

Apart from the fire,

I am nothing

Without your breath,

I am empty

I may speak like angels

I may move mountains

I may know all things

Or die for a cause

But what are these for

If I do them on my own

There is no love in me

But yours