Remembering.

The inside of me fights, fights for the middleground.

He says, find Me, and you have found middle ground.

I struggle to remember that promises made, are promises kept.

He says, I didn't make rainbows for nothing.

Finding love in all the wrong places, I yearn for unconditional love.

He says, I love you this much.

Then He spreads His hands out and dies on the Cross.

All for love.

Then I remember, and I break down and cry at the feet of

You.