Love's victory...

I'm afraid of what love will demand

For certainly, love has its cost...

It brings sorrow and pain,

And I may cry in vain

Yet I know nothing's wasted or lost

I'm afraid of what love asks of me

For surely, I must decrease...

And surrender my will

And I won't stop until

You assuage my heart's longing for peace

I'm afraid of the hurt love will bring

For assuredly, this is love's fate...

For loss cuts sure and deep

With death's final sleep

Do you promise this ache will abate?

Did You consider the nails and the scars?

For indeed, You knew the way...

Yet, You still chose the cross

To redeem what was lost...

And Your love's still my victory today!