I Will Wait for You
So it seemed, that it was cool for everyone to be in a relationship but me
So I took matters into my own hands and ended up with him
Him who displayed the characteristics of a cheater, a liar, an abuser, and a thief
So why was I surprised when he broke into my heart?
I called 911, but I was cardiac arrested for aiding and abetting,
‘Cos it was ME who let him in
Claiming we were “just friends.”
It was already decided for me by the first date, that even if he wasn’t…
I was gonna make him ‘The One’
You know, I was tired of being alone
And I simply made up in my mind, that it was about that time
So I decided to drag him along for the ride,
‘Cos I was always the bridesmaid and never the bride.
A virgin in the physical, but mentally just a grown woman on the corner in heat,
Who was tired of the wait!
So I was gonna make him ‘The One’
He had a form of godliness… but not much.
But hey, hey I can change him! So I’ll take him. I mean, he’s close… enough.
Ready to sell my aorta for a quarter, not knowing the value of its use to me
Arteries so clogged with MY will, it blocked His will from flowing through me.
So, I thank Christ that His blood pressure gave this heart an attack,
That flatlined my obscured vision, put me flat on my back
Through my ignorance He sawed through my sternum
He sawed and cracked open my chest to transplant Psalm 51:10
A new heart and a renewed right spirit within!
So now I fully understand,
Better yet I thoroughly comprehend,
How much I need to wait… for you.
See, the bad thing is that I knew he wasn’t you from the beginning..
‘Cos in the beginning was the Word
And he didn’t even sound or shine like Your Son
Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks,
And all he could whisper was sweet, empty nothings—
Which meant NOTHING.
He couldn’t even pray when I needed him to
Asking him to fast would be absurd!
So forget about being cleansed and washed with water through the Word…
But I know you.
You were already praying for me
Even never having met me
Let me assure you, I will wait for you.
I will no longer date, socialize or communicate with carbon copies of you
To appease my boredom or to quench my thirstiness I have for attention
And short-lived compliments from ‘sorta kindas’
You know…. He ‘sort kinda’ right, but ‘sorta kinda’ wrong?
His first name Luke,
His last name Warm.
I, I won’t settle for false companionship
I won’t lay in the embrace of his arms,
Attempting to find some closeness,
But never feeling so far apart ‘cos I just wanna be held
‘Cos “all I gotta do is say…” NO!
No more ‘almost sessions’ of ‘almost coming close’
Passing winks and buying drinks,
And I’ma, I’ma, I’ma flirt!
Who flirts with the ideology of
“Can you just tell me how much I can get away with and still be saved?”
I’ll stay in my bed… alone.
And write poems, about how I will wait for you.
He won’t even come close
Our fingers won’t even interlock
We won’t even exchange breath
‘Cos I have thoughts that I’ve “saved as” in a file that God has only equipped you to open.
I will no longer get weighted down,
From so-called friends and family talks,
About the concern for my biological clock,
When I serve the Author of Time.
Who is NOT subject to time,
But I’m subject to Him!
He has the ability to stop, fast forward, pause, or rewind at any given time…
So if we could role play,
You would be Abraham and I would be Sarah
Or you could be Isaac and I could be Rebekah—a servant’s answered prayer
I am bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh,
Made up of your rib Adam!
And once we meet, like electrons,
I will be bound to your nucleus, completely indivisible atom.
We even speak the same math:
1 + 1 + 1 = 3, which really equals 1 if you add Him.
We were all created in His image,
But you have the ability to reflect, project and even detect the Son.
If I were to explain what you looked like,
You would have to look like a star,
A son of the Son…
I would gain energy simply from the light that you shine on me.
I would need you in order to complete my photosynthesis
I await your revelation, but once again from the genesis, I will wait for you.
And I will know you…
Because when you speak I will be reminded of Solomon’s wisdom,
Your ability to lead will remind me of Moses,
Your faith will remind me of Abraham,
Your confidence in God’s Word will remind me of Daniel,
Your inspiration will remind me of Paul,
Your heart for God will remind me of David,
Your attention to detail will remind me of Noah,
Your integrity will remind me of Joseph,
And your ability to abandon your own will, will remind me of the disciples,
But your ability to love selflessly and unconditionally will remind me of Christ.
But I won’t need to identify you by any special Matthews or any special Marks,
‘Cos His Word will be tattooed all over your heart.
And you will know me, and you will find me,
Where the boldness of Esther meets the warm closeness of Ruth,
Where the hospitality of Lydia is aligned with the submission of Mary,
Which is engulfed in the tears of a praying Hannah.
I will be the one, drenched in Proverbs 31… waiting for you.
But to my Father, my Father Who has known me before I was birthed into this earth
Only if You should see fit…
I desire Your will above mine,
So even if You call me to a life of singleness,
My heart is content with You—the One Who was sent.
You are the greatest love story ever told,
The greatest Love ever known
You are forever my Judge and I’m forever Your witness
And I pray that I’m always found on a mission about my Father’s business
Oh, I will always be Yours!
And I will always wait for You Lord, more than the watchmen wait for the morning…
More than the watchmen wait for the morning, I WILL WAIT.