A Commitment
Indeed it was not but,
just the other day,
that I realized my desire,
for one to upon, my affection lay.
Someone to take out,
A companion by my side.
One with whom I need not,
my infatuation to hide.
A fragile hand to hold,
A pair of breathtaking eyes,
to gaze into for hours;
A mouth free of lies.
To feel her soft carress,
gently my neck to trace.
To see her for me,
dressed up in pearls and lace.
Someone to lavish,
my deep affection upon.
Without the fear
of receiving a "Dear John....."
But who's future wife
did I just unknowingly embrace?
And who is the guy
preparing to kiss MY wife's face?
Why does youthful attraction
always seem to end in pain?
We pick up all the tiny pieces
and look for another, to begin again.
They say I'm cold, blunt,
and with out emotion.
I say that all I want
is solitary devotion.
Is it unrealistic to want
our first kiss at the altar?
And not in a hundred years
for our devotion to falter?
For me to be the first
she says "I love you" to?
No past boyfriends
in the picture to view?
If physical purity is
the greatest treasure,
then to be emotionally pure
is surely second in measure!
Does not a long wait for something,
make it all the more sweet?
So I shall wait to love,
until my wife I meet.
What Was It Like?
What was it like...
in the garden that night,
to anticipate what was soon to be done,
being distressed to the point of sweating blood,
yet surrendering Yourself with a simple,
"I am the One"?
What was it like...
to stand on trial before Pilate,
while lie upon lie came along,
and You in Your infinite wisdom,
could have proved them all wrong?
What was it like...
to have the crowd choose,
a wicked criminal to free,
while You, the perfect Lamb of God
to hang upon a tree?
What was it like...
with a sharp crown of thorns,
upon Thy head,
to be mocked by the guards,
beaten and whipped, until you bled?
What was it like...
stumbling up that hill
hardly capable of taking more,
barely able to walk,
knowing death was standing at the door?
What was it like...
when they drove the nails,
Your hands and feet right through,
and yet at the same time to say
"Father forgive them, for they know not
what they do"?
What was it like...
hanging upon a tree,
and to think it was You
who created the trees
and sinful man as well?
What was it like...
to hear them mock and tell You
"Come down if your the Christ you taught!"
were you tempted as I would be
to destroy them with a thought?
What was it like...
when the thief believed,
was it any comfort or sense of gain,
and did it give you any joy,
amidst the agony and pain?
What was it like...
to be able to say with assurance,
as Your last breath was nearly come,
"It is finished!"
for indeed, God's will was done.
What IS it like...
to watch Your children today,
whom You went through that nightmare for,
to say "I love you Jesus"
then turn and follow after the world?
What IS it like...
to have us completely take for granted
that day on Calvary.....?
Lord, help us to remember Your love always,
and live our lives accordingly.