Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Gift

“My lover is mine, and I am his.”
So say the Creator of our souls
“Do not arouse or awaken love, until it so desires.”
So say the Maker of our Hearts

Dear adopted daughters of Jerusalem
Do not toss away the gift
Those that hear my voice
Do not take lightly love

Those that discard the gift
Those that unwrap desire before it’s time
Are left broken, bitter, lonely, lost
With generations to bear the load

He knows how we are made
He knows true pleasure
Don’t be fooled by the imp’s schemes
Only God’s love can fill you

Take the man He has given you
Delight in only him
For faithfulness is a balm in battle
An unbroken tie is bliss in old age

Copyright 2011 Christine Emmick
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