Beautiful Collision, Free write I used to wake up to sweet kisses but tonight I woke up to poetry. Didnt have to go through my normal routine, hair, nails, feet, no boldly You approached me even though I wasnt looking. But my heart You have shooken because if you knew me youd keep walking. If youve read my testimony on the stalls of the bathroom walls, youd see why some are still talking. Yet you gently extended your hand giving me a handwritten 66 book sized letter. Detail by detail a love song of your pursuit of your bride and how you cannot forget her. And Im like what has that have to do with me? How could this book apply to someone so lost, still trying to offer payment for your grace even though you say its free? Yet you saw me, though still I never came looking for you. Instagram captures pictures and youve sent me a screenshot of the truth. Which is the cross. Which says good bad or indifferent I carried your sins and died for the lost. So dont get it twisted or lose your vision but stay focused on Me. The very essence of My presence is liberating and a simple yes is the first step to be free. So stop tripping, no more stripping trying to take off this and that just to be around Me. Youve been invited to dine with the Everlasting and your faith is what Im asking, so just render your heart and Ill make you clean. So I say yes, as your penmanship writes out your love on my heart. How you knew from jump your intent for us to become one. Before I could repent or change my clothes to something more fitting you said it is finished, a wrap, its done. You carried me. Justified freely by your sacrifice so confident you purchased my new garments before you asked to marry me. But You knew Id say yes. Poetry why do you do this to me (closes eyes pen down, sweet kiss). Wow. Just amazed by you. ~C.S.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 08:28:22 +0000
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