Another call from God... (:

 

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So it seemed, that it was cool, for everyone to be a relationship but me.

So I took matters into my own hands and ended up with... him.

Him who displayed the characteristics of a cheater, a liar, an abuser and a thief.

So, why was I surprised when he broke into my heart?

I called 911 but I was cardiac arrested for aiding and abetting, cause it was me who let him in, claimin’ we were “just friends”.

It was already decided for me by the first date, that even if he wasn’t, I was gonna make him the one.

You know, I was tired of being alone, and I simply made up in my mind that it was about that time,

so I decided to drag him along for the ride, cause I was always the bridesmaid and never the bride.

A virgin in the physical, but mentally just a grown women on the corner in heat who was tired of the wait.

So I was gonna make him the one.

 

He had a form of godliness, but... not much.

But hey, hey, I can change him, so I’ll take him. I mean, he’s close... enough.

Ready to sell my aorta for a quarter, not knowing the value of what it used to be.

Arteries so clogged with my will that blocked His will from flowin through me.

So I thank Christ that His blood pressure gave this heart an attack that flat lined my obscured vision, put me flat on my back.

Through my ignorance, He saw. So, through my sternum He sawed and cracked open my chest to transplant Psalm 51:10.

A new heart and a renewed right spirit within,

so now I fully understand, better yet, I thoroughly comprehend, how much I need to wait... for you.

 

See, the bad thing is that I knew he wasn’t you from the beginning.

Cause in the beginning was the Word, and he didn’t even sound or shine like Your Son.

Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks, and all he could whisper was sweet... empty nothings.

Which meant nothing.

He couldn’t even pray when I needed him to, asking him to fast would be absurd; so forget about being cleansed and washed with water from the Word.

But I know you, you’re already praying for me,

even never having met me, let me assure you, I will wait for you.

I will no longer date, socialize or communicate with carbon-copies of you to appease my boredom, or to quench my thirsty desire for attention or short-lived compliments from sorta-kindas.

You know, he’s sorta-kinda right, but sorta-kinda wrong.

His first name’s Luke, his last name’s Warm.

 

I, I won’t settle for false companionship.

I won’t lay in the embrace of his arms, attempting to find some closeness, but never feeling so far apart, cuz I just want to be held.

Cuz all I gotta do is say…NO.

No more almost sessions, of almost coming close, passing winks and buying drinks, and I’m a, I’m a, I’m a flirt,

who flirts with the ideology of “can you just tell me how much I can get away with and still be saved?”

No more.

I’ll stay in my bed, alone, and write poems about how I will wait for you.

He won’t even come close.

Our fingers won’t even interlock.

We won’t even exchange breath,

cause I have thoughts that I’ve saved that my Father God has only equipped you to open.

I will no longer get rated down from so-called friends and family talks about concerns for my biological clock, when I serve the Author of Time.

Who is not subject to time, but I am subject to Him.

He has the ability to stop, fast-forward, pause, rewind, at any given time.

 

So if we could role-play, you would be Abraham and I would be Sarah.

Or you could be Isaac and I could be Rebecca, a servant’s answered prayer.

I am bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh, made up of your rib, Adam.

And once we meet, like electrons, I will be bound to your nucleus, completely indivisible, atom.

We even speak the same math. 1 + 1 + 1 = 3. Which really equals 1, if you add ‘em.

We were all created in His image, but you have the ability to reflect, project and even detect, the Son.

If I could explain what you looked like, you would have to look like a star, a son of the Sun.

I would gain energy, simply by the light that you shine on me.

I would need you in order to complete my photosynthesis.

I await your revelation, but once again from the genesis,

I will wait for you.

And I will know you.

 

Because when you speak, I will be reminded of Solomon’s wisdom.

Your ability to lead will remind me of Moses.

Your faith will remind me of Abraham.

Your confidence in God’s Word will remind me of Daniel.

Your inspiration will remind me of Paul.

Your heart for God will remind me of David.

Your attention to detail will remind me of Noah.

Your integrity will remind of Joseph.

Your ability to abandon your own will will remind me of the disciples.

But your ability to love selflessly and unconditionally, will remind me of Christ.

But I won’t need to identify you by any special “Matthews” or any special “Marks”,

cause His Word will be tattooed all over your heart.

 

And you will know me, and you will find me,

where the boldness of Esther,

meets the warm closeness of Ruth,

where the hospitality of Lydia is aligned with the submission of Mary,

which is engulfed in the tears of a praying Hannah.

I will be the one drenched in Proverbs 31, waiting for you.

 

But to my Father,

my Father who has known me before I was birthed into this earth,

only if You should see fit.

I desire Your own will above mine,

so even if You call me to a life of singleness, my heart is content with You, the One who ascends.

You are the greatest love story ever told, the greatest love ever known.

You’re forever my Judge and I’m forever Your witness.

And I pray that I’m always found on a mission about my Father’s business.

I will always be Yours.

I will always wait for You Lord.

More than the watchmen wait for the morning.

More than the watchmen wait for the morning.

I will wait.