We Will Wear Compassion

I just got offered a $900 guitar amp for my $650 half stack. I win. 

I hate waking up to stupid stuff. ufjrksfnergiurnbgngd. That is all. 

“I’m sure if You wanted to stop love, You could just untie Your end and let it go. But my God, You don’t.

Father, hide our hearts in You, lest we steal them back and lay them at the feet of men. I know now that glory has not a place near my hands or any man.

Won’t you come down heaven? Won’t you cut through the clouds? Won’t you come down?

How dare I call this love and not bear my cross to the end.

Give me a servant’s heart and a tongue to obey.

We’re all sinking for our sins unless grace be the wind to fill our sails.

Is your love really Love? Is my love really Love? I think our love isn’t Love, unless it’s Love to the end. Is your god really God? Is my god really God? I think our god isn’t God, if he fits inside our heads.

And if we are the body, how’d the pretty man get so ugly? How’d He get all these spaces between each limb?

I’ve got a will, but I want Yours.

We will wear compassion. We will wear it on our chests and sing with love at our throats like a child. It’s all I know.

We will wear compassion. We will wear it, and the gates of Hell won’t stand against it.

What is love without trust? At my word, would you bring your Isaac?

Son, I loved you at your darkest.”

-As Cities Burn