Blessing Offor - Your Love Lyrics

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Blessing Offor - Your Love (Lyric Video)

Meaning & Inspiration

Blessing Offor writes about "running round the edges," a phrase that catches in my throat because of how easily it describes my own tendency to hover near the perimeter of faith. It’s a clever bit of geometry. If you are on the edge of a circle, you are technically inside it, yet you are as far from the center as the geometry allows.

In the literal sense, "running round the edges" suggests a frantic, circular pacing—someone pacing the perimeter of a room, looking for an exit or a secret door. It’s the behavior of a nervous animal. But spiritually, it’s an admission of half-heartedness. We treat the presence of God like a fenced-in yard; we want the security of the property line, but we don't want to walk toward the house. We want the safety of being "in," but we want the freedom of being near the gate.

Offor admits his own "happy endings" couldn't handle the "testing." That’s the friction point. We build these little fortresses—careers, relationships, personal philosophies—and call them our salvation. But they are brittle. When the testing comes, the edges crumble. You can’t stand on the perimeter when the ground starts shaking.

This brings me to the pivot of the song: "Keep me right there in the middle of Your love."

"Middle" is a suffocating word if you’re a control freak. To be in the middle is to be surrounded, covered, and ultimately, unable to see the horizon clearly. You lose your peripheral vision when you are in the center. In Psalm 139, David talks about being hemmed in—behind and before—and he doesn't call it a relief; he calls it a "wonder." Most of us spend our lives fighting to keep our options open, to stay on the edge where we can see the way out if things get uncomfortable.

Offor’s request to stay in the middle feels almost reckless. If you are in the middle of His love, you have nowhere to run to. You are pinned by grace. There is a strange, quiet panic in that, isn’t there? The realization that once you are truly in the center of what God has for you, your own frantic "happy endings" are effectively dead. You have lost the ability to move independently.

I’m left wondering if "the middle" is actually a comfortable place, or if it’s just the only place where we finally stop being restless. We think we want peace, but we act like we want options. Offor seems to suggest that the "testing" he mentioned—the falling down of his own plans—wasn’t a tragedy. It was a clearing of the space so he could finally be shoved into the center. It’s not a soft landing; it’s a surrender. The edges were never meant for standing; they were just meant to be left behind.