Rowing Together

 

We set out strong, hands entwined,
Our hearts aligned, love designed.
The waters shimmered, calm and bright,
Hope the wind that moved our tide.

But rivers bend, and currents turn,
Storms arise, and lessons burn.
The rhythm slows, the strokes unsure,
Drifting farther than before.

Honesty whispers, "I see the waves,"
"I feel the weight, the ache inside."
Yet transparency runs deeper still—
"I fear, I falter, I've lost my will."

Some days, we row in perfect sync,
Our laughter light, our spirits linked.
Other days, the silence grows,
And longing lingers in its throes.

Pain grips tight, blame takes hold,
Words grow heavy, love feels cold.
Oars collide, frustration swells,
And distance deepens where love dwells.

We wonder if we'll find our way,
If love can still outlast the fray.
Two weary souls, too tired to speak,
Both longing, yet afraid to seek.

But God is near—His voice remains,
Softening hearts, dissolving chains.
Not pulling back, nor walking free,
But choosing love relentlessly.

So we lay the oars upon the tide,
No fighting now, no need to hide.
Hands unclenched, hearts unmasked,
The weight of wounds is left in the past.

And here, upon these wide waters,
Where truth and grace stand side by side,
We find again that love is brave,
Not bound by fear, nor meant to save.

For marriage is not just a steady stream,
But storm-tossed seas and fragile dreams.
Not faultless years or flawless grace,
But trusting Him through sacred space.

It’s turning back when words have stung,
It's holding tight when hope's unstrung.
It's speaking truth when voices shake,
It's giving more than we can take.

And through each trial, each weary mile,
We choose again, though hearts beguile.
Not perfect love, but love made strong,
By grace, forgiveness, prayer, and song.

So row with me—though winds may rise,
Though doubts may darken tender skies.
We will not drift, we will not flee,
For Christ is strong enough for three.