I poured my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God
I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms
Drop to my knees and I'm pleading, I'm trying to stop you from leaving

If this is my last night with you,
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend.
Give me a memory I can use,
Take me by the hand while we do
What lovers do.
It matters how this ends
'Cause what if I never love again?

People who truly understand God's purpose for their lives know that we are called to be intimately involved with one another.

I have been in an abusive marriage. Violence can come from love, from a very intimate person. Violence can come from all sorts of crazy situations. What are you going to do? You have to deal with it when it strikes.

As we learn to bear the intimacy of scrutiny and to flourish within it, as we learn to use the products of that scrutiny for power within our living, those fears which rule our lives and form our silences begin to lose their control over us.