Nothing in return?

This is a modified version of Alanis Morissette’s You Owe Me Nothing In Return. This exemplifies what I have received both over and over again from my Savior, and over and over again from my best friend. This is my response to the song that is so very, very close to the truth and beauty of the Gospel, mostly in the form of an incredulous question, as in, “Surely this cannot be!” I didn’t think this was possible, to have someone accept me like this. Not blindly or ignorantly, but with enough awareness to know how difficult I will be to bear.

And she says I owe her nothing in return. I am humbled to the dust. Oh if only we who take on the name of Christ for ourselves would love each other in this way, then surely those who do not esteem Him could not deny the work of grace in our hearts!

You’ll give me countless amounts
of outright acceptance if I want it?
You’ll give me encouragement
to choose the path that I want if I need it?
I can speak of anger and doubts,
my fears and freak-outs and you’ll hold it?
I can share my so-called shame-filled accounts
of times in my life and you won’t judge it?
…and there are no strings attached to it?

I owe you nothing for giving the love that you give?!
I owe you nothing for caring the way that you have?
You give me thanks for receiving? It’s your privilege?
And I owe you nothing in return…?

I can ask for space for myself
and only myself and you’ll grant it?
I can ask for freedom as well
or time to travel and I’ll have it?
Even though I asked to live by myself
and love someone else, you supported it?
I can ask for anything I want,
anything at all and you’ll understand it?
…and there are no strings attached to it?

I owe you nothing for giving the love that you give,
I owe you nothing for caring the way that you have?
You give me thanks for receiving? It’s your privilege?
And I owe you nothing in return?

Yes, I sometimes wonder when the next payback shoe will eventually drop.
Yes, I sometimes wonder when your “conditional police” will force me to cough up.
Yes, I sometimes wonder how far I have now danced my way back into debt.
This is the only kind of love as you understand that there really is?

I expressed my deepest of truths,
even when it meant you lost me and you heard it?
I fell into the abyss
on my way to my “bliss” and you empathize with me?
I even said I had to skip town
to chase my passion and you heard it?
I even hit rock bottom
and had a crisis of faith and you held it?
…and there are no strings attached to it?

I owe you nothing for giving the love that you give,
I owe you nothing for caring the way that you have?
You give me thanks for receiving? It’s your privilege?
And I owe you nothing in return?