I Won’t Pretend to Speak for You

He wore a suit, she wore the white,
They stood beneath a church-house light.
The preacher spoke, the families cried,
They promised God they'd never divide.
But somewhere down those passing years,
Love turned to silence, trust to tears.
Two rings came off, two doors slammed shut,
And forever wasn't long enough.

Two young women met back when
The world was colder to them then.
No crowded church, no cheering room,
Just trembling hands and borrowed blooms.
They built a life through fifty years,
Through losing friends and burying fears.
Through sickness, bills, and growing old,
One kept the other when nights got cold.

So if Heaven saw the whole thing,
Not the names, not what we're told—
If God looked past the outside
And straight into the soul...

Which love would You choose, Lord?
The one that looked right from the pew?
Or the one that stayed for fifty years
When staying was the hardest thing to do?
Would You count who held whose hand,
Or every promise they lived through?
If love is patient, love is kind—
Tell me, which love would You choose?

They've got silver in their hair now,
Photographs across the wall.
One still reaches for the other
Every time she starts to fall.
They've watched the whole world change outside,
Still wake up sleeping side by side.
Fifty winters, fifty springs—
Still wearing those two simple rings.

Would God turn from a lifetime
Of mercy, sacrifice, and truth?
Would Heaven call devotion wrong
Because it didn't look like you?

Maybe we've been asking Heaven
To defend the lines we drew.
Maybe God sees something deeper
Than the things that people do.
Maybe when He measures love,
He measures what it carried through.

So which love would You choose, Lord?
I won't pretend I speak for You.
But I can't believe You'd hate a heart
For loving faithfully and true.
One had every blessing people gave
And still their forever came unglued.
Two held on for fifty years—
Tell me, which love would You choose?

If I meet You when this life is done,
There's one thing I would ask of You:
Did we spend our lives judging love...
while You were looking at what love could do?

— GhostHeart