Where is that Wild One
Who wisps upon me...in my bed
Tearing up systems of fear
Pressing me til I'm dead
I swear...I just saw Him
Hidden in the skin of my frienemy
Inviting me to squeeze love
Until His compassion is perfect in me
There, by that tree of life
Light zinged the apex of my soul
Slicing off offending parts
Grafting wood to make me whole
Shhh! Listen to the tinkling, sprinkling, linking of love chains
I should have ran, far from His
Voice...oh, the sound of His voice
I could no more make a move AWAY
Even if that were my only choice (depicts difference)
I dare not lift my head
To view the display of His Love...canvassed on His sky
What's the point of turning up the head
To ponder the reasons why
He chooses....that's it....He chooses...me
I am His Beloved, and He is Mine
No, I will not share Him with you
His Circle has slain my line
Come, My Love, let me smell your neck
I am soft and pliable for instruction
I have yielded to your WAY
Though it bring my flesh to destruction
I'm ok with suffering in this world
As long as I rise with you in yours
The hope in me grows ever upward
Going through open windows and doors
Deeper and deeper into your love I go
Searching for the places in me, where love refuses to grow
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-19-2016
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