I Remember You

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

It is lovely and calls me again

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

A heart that seeks the truth

Lots of power and beauty

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

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

Powerful little prophetess

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

Before our Abba

Holding you tenderly

Before his awesome throne of grace

I have presented you

All down through these years

But there have been times

I cannot say how many exactly

This is my desire

Now do I get to know you?

Pretty long for those our age

Almost two decades

All this time I have remembered you

Is your question being answered?

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

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

Sitting next to me now

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

I remember you