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Lonely Love Song

mirrorMy love, my fair one–I long to be wrapped
In you like a winter’s coat that insulates
Against the wind and cold of earthly concerns
The competitions for my affection are fierce
As I become tempted with more and more
With toiling and getting ahead, I thought
I had found the key to the treasury
But the lock remained firmly fixed and unmoved
I thought family would fill a desperate quiet
But they didn’t bow to my love, my happiness
I let them go to pursue you once again
I heard a preacher talk about giving myself
To the poor, the broken–my eyes wouldn’t move
I trained them on your seductive smile
The mounting pressure fills my temples
Nothing is any clearer, mind on fire
Yet here I stand, gazing in the mirror
Singing my lonely love song and bowing again
“All is distraction,” I think to comfort myself
Me, my happiness, myself–my love


But understand this, that in the last days will come (set in) perilous times of great stress and trouble [hard to deal with and hard to bear].

For people will be lovers of self and [utterly] self-centered, lovers of money and aroused by an inordinate [greedy] desire for wealth, proud and arrogant and contemptuous boasters. They will be abusive (blasphemous, scoffing), disobedient to parents, ungrateful, unholy and profane. –2 Timothy 3:1-2


A Warrior Poet Circle post

4 Comments

  1. You’ve captured my hearts cry for more of God while the world tempts me to dance away from the very one I need most.

    • He is the hunger that satisfies and produces more hunger. Thanks TC.

  2. Poignant!

    What else can I say… Self is so seductive, but it is lonely at best. I do not want to be alone or in love with self, I want to be entwined in the comforting embrace of the love that comes from God alone. A love that reaches deep within me and in turn teaches me to love.
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    • Sad that we see this so prevalent in our society and even the church. Lord, keep us abiding in the vine, in union with You! That’s my cry and prayer. Thank you, Dusty.

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