"I'm passionately indifferent towards You."

 

My One True Love's eyes are pretty much okay

And just "alright" are my Lover's words to hear

If there be a scale from one to ten

to measure my love for my Lover, it'd be whatever.

I see my Lover's glorious being and infinite worth,

but my heart beat stays the same- I'm indifferent;

I neither love my Lover nor hate my Lover, I really just don't care.

When my Lover beautifully calls out to me, I apathetically stay unaware.

To have my Lover or to not have my Lover, both are equivalent.

On my to do list, "spending time with my Lover" is not the first.

I'm indifferent to my Lover which is fine altogether

and altogether fine I am to stay this content;

for if I were to ever lose my Lover, I would not shed a tear.

Because oh my Dear, I have tons of "lesser lovers" anyways.

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Dear God,

I don't want to ever be indifferent towards You, but I confess that in my frames of life there are times when I whorrebly am. Therefore I plead and push that You'd pour Your sweet grace upon me. May my appetite for You not grow apathetic. Whatever it takes and whatever it cost for me not to be numb or to ignore/forget the lostness of souls in light of eternity, the satisfying goodness of Your Glory, and the gloriously life changing truth of the Gospel. Here I am, You are my One True Love, other lovers I will not settle for.

In sweet disposition for the glory of God and the final salvation of the many,

J.P. Fisher