John Paul White’s Beulah is his first album post-Civil Wars, released on his own label Single Lock Records. One of my favourite tracks on this more-sombre-than-sweet album is Hate the Way You Love Me.
Fellas, I’m sure if we’re honest there are many of us who feel we have punched above our weight in marrying the women we did, women who just blow us away with their love and kindness and grace. They know us better than ourselves, they see the flaws and faults that others don’t, flaws that hurt and break, and yet we are still deeply loved.
A glimpse of divine grace, a Christ-like presence in our lives. When I listen to this song, I can’t help but be thankful to be married to a woman like this.
Hate the Way You Love Me
Well I hate the way you see me
Like a man who can’t be fixed
Like a fool fooling all but you
Who he really is
And I hate the way you hold me
Nervous as a cat
Like I might get the big idea
You’d forgive me just like that
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Heaven knows a sinner needs a saint
Oh but when I’ve been my most ugly
I hate the way you love me.
You’re a hard woman to live with
I could never fill those shoes
An example to our children
I could never live up to
And I hate myself for staying
where I should and should not be
Someone I know I don’t deserve
and doesn’t deserve me