Sunday, February 21, 2016

THE MEANING

I began this journey, long ago
With my companion, my friend
We've had a hellacious time
Especially, when I found it hard to bend

I thought I loved him
Til I began slinging accusations
The worst sort of slime
Hit and slid off him, with no reaction

His clothing was never affected 
Oh, but His HEART...it bled
Spilling its contents
Where sin had fed

We came through that
And I too, had a robe
He said no one could remove it
But it comes with a load

Immediately, my smile went straight
Looking at the rocky road ahead
He's a man, with no load
And I, a woman, not wanting to be led

The bond of blood, pulls me forward
Peace boots feel the rocks
I know I have to be teachable
But its easier with a pair of CROCS

At first, I was strong and young
The wood was easy and light
But the closer we came to
The Meaning, my heart brought up a fight

I saw it from afar, and I knew
He means to slay my flesh
I need to lay down
And enter into my final rest

My life's accomplishments
Paraded before my eyes
Glory in self
Built on haughty lies

None of it was me, no one knew
This man, alone, found my soul
He restored and delivered
A diamond out of a chunk of coal

I saw it and hid it as fast as I could
Thinking it would be greatly desired
But if no one sees the testimony
How can they know I've come outta the fire

When I rose up off of that altar
And I saw my companion's face
The MEANING of His LOVE
Took Self-Preservation's place

Now, I walk without fear
Loving instead of feeling lack
I'm His Daughter, eternally
Enjoying His gifts, without pulling them back

Like the wind, feel and let it go
So that meaning doesn't snag the flow
The true gift is that My Love has cared enough
To let His devotion show.


Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-21-2016





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