My heart lives in peace, perfect peace.
My life majestically portrayed in a picture-perfect masterpiece.
As I enjoy my mended broken pieces,
Which were carefully fixed with so much loving care by my one true love, my Prince.
I sail sweetly in the calm winds of His merciful love.
Day by day, His touch slowly putting to death, my part that was rough,
Fine tuning it into something, something that could only be understood and
appreciated by something born of Him.
It was something that nothing of this earth could comprehend.
Only something crafted into something like Him could see the simplicity of the
complexity that this something has.
This something was equally yoked in Him.
I only cared for the vogue He sees in me, rather than the vague they see in me.
Equally yoked in Him I was until…..until the unexpected uncovered and unmasked,
Unbinding the undefeated me into the world I had once upon a time prevailed on.
I heard him asking the golden question,
What can separate us from the love of God?
Yet the answer was so crystal clear before me.
I, separated me from the love of God.
Too comfortable I got in His undivided love,
I took for granted His merciful love I once rendered priceless.
When He gave me His world, I could not give Him a day.
When He became the sun for me, I could not be His moon.
He broke Himself up for me because I could not make up for what I did.
When He became the sun for me, I could not be His moon.
He broke Himself up for me because I could not make up for what I did.
He suffered His all for me, but I could suffer not to think or put it into consideration.
The once sweet sweetness of His calm, soft, still, and compassionate-spirited self, I
suffocated.
I simply…….betrayed him.