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Thursday, September 8, 2011

A Part of My Personal Story....

A part of your story has been left untold.
I needed the Lord's spirit to help me to be bold.
Now it is time for the pages to unfold.
I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that you were left out in the cold.
From the moment I laid my eyes on you.
Your beauty was something to behold.
And you were much more precious, than any gold.
The last page is something that I must fold.
This must be told.
It was me, whose life was out of control.
Down the hill it rolled.
The truth had been sold.
You will never know the depths of my love.
You, I longed and loved to hold.
Each one of you were so wonderful, that you broke the mold.

Yes, unintentionally, a lot of my choices were bent.
But this one, for you both, was mint.
From my life, gone you went.
And oh, how my heart was wrenched.
But I was so scared of causing you a hole, instead of just a dent.
For so long this has been pent.
Let me reveal just a tip, or a hint.
I never meant to make you feel,  like away you had been sent.
How was I to pay rent?
I couldn't even afford a tent.
All that was in my pockets, was lint.
You are exactly where God planned for you to be, this is what He meant.

This I can not gloss.
I emphasize, you were not tossed.
But truthfully, I had no idea how to be a boss.
I barely knew how to floss.
I was so lost.
Somewhere, way out in a marsh and the moss.
I did the best I could for you both.
The only thing I knew to do, no matter the cost.

Love, Love, Love.
Yes, you both, I did love.
Enough to let you go, like a dove.
This was a gift from above.

I was never taught how to be a Mother.
So at first I did not know how to hover.
Later, I was finally learning how to be a lover.
To become a sweet Mother.
How I loved to tuck you under your cover.
But something went wrong.
A great misunderstanding, it felt like a losing battle.
And it only became tougher.
The only thing I knew to do, was tuck you away.
Safely with your brother.

Sweet lady, with your saving grace.
She was there to save you both, from this race.
Someone to hold you, Love you.
Someone to embrace.
God's child, with the lovely face.
She was there to keep you at a steady pace.
God's own spirit, soft as lace.
Not one to act in haste.
You needed more than a taste.
And she wasn't one to waste.
God never does a just in case.
She was intended to get you over the home base.
Everything is clear as a crystal vase.
You are in the perfect place.

Praise the Lord, for an open door.
Down to my core.
I finally hit the floor.
I have made it through the gore, and the war.
Dodged that boar.
I know there were pieces, that tore.
Gone, is the roar.
My heart is no longer, poor.
Now I soar.
I say Hallelujah, More, More, More!!!

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