You didn't know me, really Back when we met before I don't know you well...yet I remember how I used to watch youI watched you move Walking along Holding your little son's hand Your inner beauty shining around you Your strong little figure Your outer glory gracing our eyes Mine in particularI could not hear your voice Though my ears sought to But now, all these years later I can hear your words My knee feels your hand And I see your picture Of our Glorious King the Lion And in them I see your heart Fierce with love for our KingI feel the heartbeat you know Beyond any that either of us Could ever have for another That has always spoken to me In your smile, your words Asking me for my idea Of how you can tell the world Of what this Beautiful Lover Has done for your once aching heart It moves me in my marrow In a place long lonelyPoets to write with Who are you? This one who reaches out touch my arm I see your beauty And you have told me a little But what about the rest of you? The part I can't yet see?You move to me A heart that longs for truth within Like Caleb: with a different spirit You have what it takesOver these years of desert Giant killer you now are How do I reach you?I know One who knows you best Over the years I have remembered And sometimes prayed And, if he wills it For strength and love To serve and lead Protect and love youWith unsearchable passion Love like a supernova Glorious and brilliant Indescribably powerful Selfless and pure The way you deserve As the Father's precious daughter Lioness, prophetess A sister the real Lion King Daughter of Zion Stephen Pursell, 3/24/15 |
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