Dr. Agape, M.D.

Have you ever been in progress?  Impassioned but in pain?
Or worn a plastic smile to shield you from the rain?
Have you ever felt you're broken beyond the doctor's mend?
Or fell into the river while you're coming 'round the bend?

I had a time of mourning where I thought of all these things,
And then I shared my silence with the counsel of my dreams,
Yet all that was for naught, I hope--it didn't even count,
For grace has brought me into this, and grace shall bring me out.

And as he makes his masterpiece, from pencil or from pen,
Eraser marks are commonplace--perfection's not the end,
For all the works of scripture and the thoughts of holy men
Are just a whisper of the love I feel when I'm loving just like Him.