Love of My Life
I have heard that all women listen to Your words
Those captured by You, smell like myrrh and You.
I would call You, Sampson, but Your hair is more like wool
There You stood, clad in light colored hand woven garments.
I could see why women would await Your presence
Your yes is yes, and Your no, is no.
You're known to take Your women from rags to riches
Your servants know You calm contentious spirits.
One woman sat strumming on her polished guitar
Another with tapestry, was content You were near.
Other women waited your arrival with glee
They had already rested their case with Thee.
I wanted to be a part of Your crowded caravan
But it wasn't up to me; Your eyes took soul searching stance.
I could feel it in my spirit you agreed
Those untamed parts of me, were Yours to tame.
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