Description
From Chapter 19, “Rejection,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act I: Love Awakens.
"These words I write like bandages of truth," invites a quiet reflection on the delicate balance between love and surrender, offering a tender portrayal of unconditional care even when it is not returned. Its gentle melody and heartfelt words create a space to embrace vulnerability with grace, reminding us that true love often means hoping for peace beyond our own desires. Listening to this song can bring warmth to the places where pain and faith intersect, encouraging patience, healing, and the courage to remain open-hearted despite the ache.
Lyrics
I asked if I should stay away, tonight,
You said “Yes”, excluding me from your sight.
Tomorrow’s…tomorrow, stay away too?
Your soft “Maybe” – broke my heart in two.
Not to see you, cuts deeper than a blade,
Hurts more than any cut man could have made.
These words I write, like bandages of truth,
Will surely rise one day like sacred proof.
Still,
I love you even when turned away.
Still,
I see how others want you to pay.
For love in me your soul brought forth,
Was woven from His holy cloth.
Still, I yearn…Still, I burn…
Still I give love, with no return.
To know you is my heart’s command.
Upon you it makes no demands.
Neither of us asked for this love,
It’s a gift to me from above.
Still,
I love you from, where prayers begin.
Still,
I hope a peace, dwells somewhere within.
If loving you means letting go,
His will be done, as well you know.
My heart remains, in spite of the pains
Quiet, faithful, waiting…
Still.
Maybe the gift He has given,
Could never be of my choosing.
The joy of loving, not needing a return,
Brought a freedom deeper than I dared to learn.
These “Imaginings” may never reach your hands,
But in them my soul makes its final stand.
And if my love has made things harder,
May God show how to close this chapter.
Still,
I feel the ache but never place the blame.
Still,
I pray that God will gently light your flame.
If distance is your peace,
Then distance I’ll obey.
Still, I stay…
Still, I pray…
For the blessing of His healing in some unexpected way.
You mean more than I’m able to reveal.
And even unreturned… my love is real.
I only meant to give, never to take,
For something in you, made my soul awake.
So now I’ll be still, grateful for a miracle.
