Description
From Chapter 29, “A Boy,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act I: Love Awakens.
Aaron quietly endures the slurs and accusations cast upon him for his love for Belle. He understand "projection." He sings it this way: "Judge note what you have never known, your mind’s debris, that’s not my home." This song invites us to reconsider the way we perceive and judge others. Not all love is a choice. The song speaks to the quiet strength of love that is sincere and pure, beyond misconceptions and harsh critiques. Listening encourages a compassionate heart, reminding us that true love demands no defense or apology. It suggests that grace and understanding come from recognizing love’s deeper essence, free from fear or condemnation.
Lyrics
He asked if he could have a word,
Could be a trap, never occurred.
He confessed how lustful he had been,
Making it safe for my confession.
Just one problem with his thinkin’
Love born of Him is never a sin.
No need to worry, true love never takes,
Misunderstanding is a common mistake.
You call my love a devouring fire,
This gift of love goes deeper than desire.
Judge not what you have never known,
Your mind’s debris, you have to own.
When you reduce my love to lustful sin,
One can deduce the shape your mind’s in.
Love born of Him is never sin,
It doesn’t beg, it doesn’t bend.
It gives its breath, it asks no part,
And leaves no blood upon the heart.
“They have your words,” he said to me,
It matters not, true love’s my plea.
Pages torn out from my soul,
By one usurping God’s role.
Judge not what you have never known,
Your mind’s debris, that’s not my home.
When you reduce my love to lustful sin,
It’s easy to deduce the shape your mind’s in.
If lust within rules my will,
Why is my soul resting still?
I’d take a bullet before I’d take her heart,
Her love in return, that’s where it must start.
You sent a boy to weigh my soul,
So sure of what makes men whole.
You could’ve asked, you knew my name,
We’ve walked too far to play these games.
Judge not what you have never known,
Your mind’s debris, that’s yours alone.
When you reduce my love to lustful sin,
Can’t I deduce the shape your mind’s in?
Judge not, there’s One who will,
It won’t be you, nor the boy you sent.
His gift of love requires no repent.
I’ll never apologize for love,
Sent from the One above.
