Do you remember the moment that first made you wonder if He truly loved you? I don’t know if I remember the first one. But I remember the first big one, and I can trace the crooked, faltering lines of the rest of them through my past. (Fear has its way of searing itself upon the conscience.)
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Do you remember the moment that first made you wonder if He truly loved you? I don’t know if I remember the first one. But I remember the first big one, and I can trace the crooked, faltering lines of the rest of them through my past. (Fear has its way of searing itself upon the conscience.)