Echos of the Church

We met beneath the clear camp sky,

Where worship rose and prayers ran high.

You laughed like grace that wouldn't land,

Joy spilling out from trembling hands.

I saw the cracks behind your grin,

A silent war you kept within.

A girl who danced through grief and flame,

With love to give, but none to name.

You used to call me late at night,

In fields and songs, beneath starlight.

Your words like fireflies in the sky—

I held them close like a silent cry.

We saw the wounds we didn’t show,

The jokes, the mask, the pain below.

You saw my sorrow dressed as cheer,

And loved me more for drawing near.

You never said what could’ve been,

But I still hear it in the wind.

And though you chose to just be friends,

I loved you then. I love you still.

I would live and live again,

Just to feel your heart let me in.

I love you like Christ loves the Church—

Through every wound, through every hurt.

And even if our paths must bend,

You’ll still be more than just a friend.

Still love you always, to the end.

You say you're waiting on God's time,

But fear and faith can share a line.

You want a love that feels like peace,

But lock it up and toss the key.

I hide behind my comic lines,

My jokes are pain dressed up in rhyme.

You’d never know how deep it goes—

The silent cries nobody knows.

I talk to God in broken breath,

Some days I care, some days... I don’t.

But He still finds me in the mess,

And gives me grace when I won’t.

For you, I pray with every breath,

For joy, for hope, not just for rest.

You’re healing slow—but still you bloom,

Even if I'm not in the room.

I would live and live again,

To see your soul break free again.

I love you like Christ loves the Church—

Through every scar, through every search.

And even if we reach the end,

I'll still be more than just a friend.

Still love you always… to the end.

If we never speak again,

You’ll still be ink beneath my skin.

A holy ache, a sacred tune…

Still love you always,

Even if I lost you too soon.