I Remember You

I remember you Tiny little package of spitfire Daughter of Thunder All feminine power and beauty Wrapped up together In a glorious little bundle Of fierce warrior princess Sword of the Spirit in hand You are here Sitting next to me now Touching my forearm and knee Looking me over You don't even know The river you excite within It is all I can do not to reach out Take your face in my hands And kiss you Right here in front of every one Lovely little one, tell me What is in your heart? What is it you are wondering? As your eyes search me Is your question being answered? All this time I have remembered you Almost two decades Pretty long for those our age Now do I get to know you? This is my desire I cannot say how many exactly But there have been times All down through these years I have presented you Before our Abba Holding you tenderly Before his awesome throne of grace Wishing you well Wondering how you were Hoping you were healed Wanting all the best for you It came again recently Strong and sweet it was Not four months ago A prayer from my heart" "Lord, remember her Powerful little prophetess Somebody's Esther Someone's Deborah Heal her and bless her Keep her strong Watch over her children Give her the morning star" Your son whom I romped with Now a young man How the years have flown Dusty and hard were they for me Full of bitter steel and harsh words But now I am here In the company of Feminine grace Sitting and looking at you Admiring again your beauty And so I remember Why it was I remembered you I like what I see Both the inside and out Lots of power and beauty A heart that seeks the truth The Most Beautiful One is in you I love what he is doing there Making you his lioness With teeth and claws Bared against the enemy Ready to fight for truth This journey of pain and struggle Through which he is carrying you Has forged in you even more strength It is lovely and calls me again As it did from the you I remember But could not reach at that time Yet here you are again looking at me Maybe this time it will happen Maybe this time I can have it That distinct honor I sought once before Maybe now I get to be your friend Stephen Pursell, 3/24/15