I could list anything from the tangible to the divine. Most times I find what I need people can’t give it to me. So, I’ve learned to release those in my circle – gotten rid of my unhealthy expectations. I ask but one thing:
Give me the real you
Let me decide to stay or leave
No facade-no front
No pretense-no guise
Let me learn to love the real you
Not the who you pretend to be
Grant me the chance to extend grace if I must
To discover the art of forgiveness
By dabbling with the imperfect you
The flawed you may bring me to my knees in prayer
Maybe we’ll both find ourselves prostrate
When you uncover the broken splintered me
Wounded and bleeding beside you
Waiting for you to love the only me I know
Hand in hand we can find healing
Together we can turn our eyes upward
Looking to the only One
Who has always loved us
Perfection meets the imperfect you and me
In His presence we’ll find that it all begins to make sense
You and me – that work in progress
****Thanks for reading – For sharing the real you.
Restored Hearts 
Indeed, “Waiting for you to love the only me I know.” The real of you, the love that bleeds, feeds, concedes; real gifts are open, not hidden! Beautifully said!
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Love it…”give me you or nothing at all”.
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