Content
(I wrote this on my mission trip in Panama)
A strange feeling,
Being alone,
Yet not lonely,
Wanting,
But but not seeking,
Partnerless,
My heart not yet whole.
No love,
No intimacy,
My soul is content,
Peace filling,
The depth of my longing,
filled with His love.
Content and satisfied,
I sit here and ponder.
Yet from time to time,
There is a moment,
A moment when I slip,
When my inner desires overcome,
My unspoken thoughts speak,
Flirting with passion,
Seeking approval and love,
I reach out for a one.
But thinking brings remorse,
As I desire to guard my heart,
Yet I desire to give it away,
Give away my precious heart,
For one woman,
For the rest of my life.
One woman,
I will give her my life,
And hers will be mine,
For her I wait.
Above all I am His bride,
For Him my love pours out.
One day,
All my love and passion will come,
I'll store it up inside,
Waiting to let it out,
Patient until that time.
I'll romance her heart,
And sweep her off her feet,
One day it will start.
Until that glorious day,
I will hide it all away.
A strange feeling,
Being alone,
Yet not lonely,
Wanting,
But but not seeking,
Partnerless,
My heart not yet whole.
No love,
No intimacy,
My soul is content,
Peace filling,
The depth of my longing,
filled with His love.
Content and satisfied,
I sit here and ponder.
Yet from time to time,
There is a moment,
A moment when I slip,
When my inner desires overcome,
My unspoken thoughts speak,
Flirting with passion,
Seeking approval and love,
I reach out for a one.
But thinking brings remorse,
As I desire to guard my heart,
Yet I desire to give it away,
Give away my precious heart,
For one woman,
For the rest of my life.
One woman,
I will give her my life,
And hers will be mine,
For her I wait.
Above all I am His bride,
For Him my love pours out.
One day,
All my love and passion will come,
I'll store it up inside,
Waiting to let it out,
Patient until that time.
I'll romance her heart,
And sweep her off her feet,
One day it will start.
Until that glorious day,
I will hide it all away.