The thing of it is,

it was never supposed to happen.

Things that hopeless never do.

It was never supposed to happen,

because it never could.

We left too much mess for human hands to ever repair.

 

But the thing of it is,

what never can happen sometimes does,

in the upside down way that the gospel has.

 

And we would have never chose the road

ever, ever, ever, ever, ever

but it was ours, hand-picked by Jesus,

more painful and messy, when no one thought

redemption was growing in the dim comers.

 

And I learned to stop telling those lies

and you found grace to be a living thing

and we both found Jesus in the dark,

after we broke each other’s hearts that year,

and realized He was all the mattered.

 

It was him that changed us.

 

Him that pulled my car into that warehouse two years later.

Him that told you to come back and repair the impossible.

Him that kept everything from blowing to pieces.

Him that brought healing in dark places.

Him that whispered direction at every dead end.

Him that held everything for 10 months of sorting through pieces.

Him that kept us from walking away, when both of us wanted to.

Him that gave you the heart to write over seventy letters

to a girl who didn’t ever write you back.

 

He’s the one who gave you the endurance to stay.

He’s the one who told me to just trust.

He’s the one who came through every time.

 

And He’s the one who smiled

as we sat in that counsellors office

and you offered everything

and nothing but “but blood, toil, tears and sweat”

and I fell in love with you all over again.

 

The thing of it is,

it was never supposed to happen.

But it did.

He did.

And we happened.