missing rib

thought now could be the time

but I'm perceptive enough to see

another has caught your fancy 

or its wrong timing

always landing on he loves me not

why I'll never shoot my shot 

now I once again sit back and watch

my affections unraveling

too much of a coward to face what I always see

as imminent rejection 

don't blame you

I wouldn't like me too


all this wondering what if

has made my heart sick

don't want to close the chapter on you

can't tell if I should move on or make a move

feel like I can't trust my desires 

they have led me astray too many times

people say its the breath

but I believe feelings make us alive

and no one electrifries me like you do 

scared the butterflies won't be back anytime soon


you were like sand in my hand

couldn't catch you in a time glass

because I'm still broken

but dreaming about a future with you

Makes me think I can learn to love life

but Gods teaching me that's idolization

need to remember He is my first love

and Prince Charming always pursuing me 

died for me 

no mans love can or will ever come close 


keep praying to focus on you less

but then scenes from my dreams appear of you 

And something about these images feel like prophetic visions

but maybe that's me mixing up false hope with faith again


weary to the bone

but hoping if I'm your rib 

you'll reach out 

that I won't lose heart in the wait 

Holy Spirit refresh me

maybe you're the test I keep failing 

you were supposed to be

the greater than eyes have seen and I could've imagined miracle

a helper comparable to me who will love me unconditionally as we give God the glory 

sees my depth and wants to dive in

helping me make sense of where I fit in

and what questions we'll inquire of our Father

eventually in eternity 


feb 14 22


didn't want to admit I needed you 

did you not see what I saw?

two spirits in recognition 

and minds needing to catch up to the revelation


couldn't help but mirror your smile

wanted to study you 

know how best to serve you 

trying to be whole for God first 

but you're good motivation too 

something about our connection

is bigger than us

tied to legacy and purpose

like we were meant to be part of the fight together 

to set captives free

make peace

risk everything for love

transform this broken world

first we could start with each other's hearts

discover Edens planted within each other 




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