Wait for me,
Not for the pleasure of our intimacy Illegitimately forming in your head.
Not for the void, I’m supposing going to fill up,
Woman, I am incapable of patching up broken souls.
Wait for me,
Not because I will give your womb a tenant they are temporary anyway,
despite the present they will be.
I am no master of illusions so my love for you won’t leave you in confusion.
So wait for me…
Not because your spirit is shattered, hope battered and misplaced
woman, I am not the fixer and certainly don’t have the exilir to life so forever is only guaranteed in Christ
Happiness may often be foreign because the truth is I am just as broken
But wait for me, as I Pray
That I do not downplay how imperfect I am to you
And wait as Christ molds me into the man your soul deserves.
Wait for you??
Will death not break the covenant and dent the heart you swear to protect?
Will I not lose the happiness I have fought so hard to attain?
Have my heart detained in the prison of our memories? the treasure unearthed seemingly meaningless?
Yet I would have waited.
When I lay my heart to rest in your arms, peace residing in me momentarily and suddenly, I’m dressed in black chanting, rest in peace.
I want to wait for you.
But I do not know if my heart resembles enough of Christ to invite you in.
Because you intend to stay well beyond dessert, having prayer as our bonding session.
Am I even strong enough to withstand the failures of your storms and calm your seas?
Man, I am just as broken.
Will you wait for me too? as Christ rebuilds me?
A Proverbs 31 woman in the making, submissive to Christ.
Will you wait with me in prayer?
You may now kiss the bride.