earning is in our nature work work work for a day's wage it's what's fair and honest but we cannot earn Your love it seems our labor for your love is always in vain for we are disappointing creatures at the very least and complete and utter wretches at the very most we are well-aware of our state so we work work work to earn you to prove we are worth our salt to feast off the crumbs from your table (like the dogs we really are) the truth is (I'm afraid) that the Your Love, sweet Christ, cannot be bought with our blood earned by our sweat lost by our failures or kept by our triumphs it can only be needed and received and we need it oh, every hour we need it but how can we receive it? Only You can take my clenched fists uncurl my white knuckles and tell me You love me over and over again until I believe You then your work in me will be done and your kingdom will have come.
Nothing resonates more with the human soul than the drive to earn. Even in an increasingly entitled society, there’s something innate in us that tells us we need to prove, earn, and strive for acceptance, love, and belonging. It’s a fight against a strong current to believe otherwise. This poem came out of me during a weekend of solitude when I heard Him say to me: “Just let me love you.” My response was simply: HOW?
The structure of this poem communicates a strange and complicated use of spacing. Our brains have to do some somersaults to read some of this poem because it’s going in a direction that is unnatural. The lines involving our own work and efforts move like stairsteps going up, and it’s exhausting to read.
In the midst of this exhaustive reading, truth occasionally interrupts this ridiculous striving in bold, blunt declarations placed straight in the middle of our efforts.
But we cannot earn Your love.
It {His Love} can only be needed and received.
And when the answer to my question how comes, the lines begin to move downwards — like gravity, like heaven-sent gift, like humility, His Love meets us here.
And the poem ends with the punctuated hope that His work in my heart will be done — and His work is the work of creating a kingdom where Love is given and received in a constant, unconditioned, selfless motion.
This vision isn’t idyllic or impossible — it’s a future promised to us who yield our hearts and minds to the triune God. And He’s persistent… so we might as well just loosen our grip and receive Him, yeah?
I love how intentional you are not only with the words, but with their form. Thanks for sharing truth in such a beautiful way!