I remember you Tiny little package of spitfireAll 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 nowLooking me over You don't even know The river you excite within It is all I can do not to reach out Right here in front of every oneTake your face in my hands And kiss you 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 Holding you tenderly Before his awesome throne of grace A prayer from my heart" "Lord, remember her Powerful little prophetessSomeone'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 manHow the years have flown 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 youBoth the inside and out 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 againYet 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 | ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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