More Than Words

We could never be the “words of affirmation” type—
Too many empty promises haunt our minds:

“I’m sorry.”
“I never meant to hurt you.”
“This time—I’ll make things right.”

Once, those promises were all we had—
A flicker of hope that made the lonely nights not feel so bad.

But every vow that broke,
Every truth that bent,
Etched into our bones
What empty language meant.

Because anyone can mouth a prayer,
Whisper love into the air:

“I love you.”
“I found God this time.”
“I’m not the same man—I swear.”

And maybe they mean it... maybe they try.
But the silence always follows the high.
They disappear.
The messages dry.
Unread. Unsaid. Left to die.

So we build our walls from feeling hope,
Awaiting evidence to match the trope.

Our hearts grow calloused—
Unwilling to believe
That each new message
Isn’t just another scheme.

Because sorry is cheap
When it's currency for sin—
When mistake after mistake
Is all it’s ever been.

We all have an excuse—
A reason we were wronged,
A ticket to failure,
A coping mechanism to prolong.

And still—it’s true:
God can change a heart.
He can make us new
And give us a fresh start.

But not while we dine
With the demons we blame,
Still digging our graves,
And calling it shame.

Words must become action—
Something more than we say,
But who we are,
And what we do each day.

So if you love someone
Who’s known addiction’s sting,
Don’t just speak—
Let your actions sing.

Say what you mean—
But show them it’s true.
Let your hands do the loving
Your voice promised to do.