Our story of Woe and Love

There was once a writer with a heart so pure,
And he once had a love who was oh so beautiful.
But within an eye's blink, she was with a past man,
Though she called the writer her "wonderful"
Misery was all the writer now knew;
And when he was alone, he cried to no one:

"Oh, Sweet Sorrow!
Let me embrace your tender kiss.
Show those around me my scornful bliss.
Let pain grow stronger & blood flow brighter.
Show the stone-hearted how merciful I am.
Oh, Burning Hate! Seep into my soul."

Life became grand for writer's love,
But the inkslinger knew not love anymore.
Agony became a familiar word for the sorrowed soul
And hate with a side of revenge his heart wore.
Misery and anger become allies of the writer;
And when he was alone, he cried out to no one:

"Oh, Distant Distress!
Come forth to me passionately.
Bring out your worst and spread your malady.
Come with grief as you weapon and anguish, your message.
Bring to me the blood of those who have wronged me.
Oh, Human Rage! Expose your elegance!"

Contrary to the writer's thoughts and feelings,
Suffering had plagued not one, but two lives.
He found his love shared the same sorrow and grief;
So the pen-master ran to his beloved's side before said goodbyes.
He realized His words brought woe upon whom he cared most for,
And begged for grace from her and God as he swore loyalty,

"Oh, Great God!
Forgive me, Lord, where I have failed you.
I have wronged Your name, Your kingdom, and her heart, too.
Cleanse my heart of Lucifer's hate, let her forgive me,
And bring me from my darkened world of wretchedness.
Oh, Master of Mercy! Lace me with Love!"

There is a writer and his love, so Beautiful,
And they serve Christ with faith so wonderful.