The Song

Standing high for all to see,
Sure of the woman I would be,
Sure I could love and live my dream,
So sure that he was meant for me.

A distant doubt whirled swift around,
A fearful heart now pushed it down.
I pushed my way through a tunnel of weeds,
Dark and moist surrounding me.

I tried to stay while days went by,
Safer there, afraid to see.
Hoping there my doubts would hide,
The light that shed it's truth on me.

The Lover came there calling me,
I hid still waiting hopefully,
That those I loved would come and give,
The joy I craved, the love I hid.

He didn't come, he didn't see,
The heart there breaking hopelessly.
The Lover called again to me,
Waiting for me patiently.
He waited there,
He waited there,
He waited always there for me.

Made for Him and Him alone,
His touch could mend my broken soul,
His love could give me perfect peace,
For He alone could comfort me.

But still I hid there stubbornly...
And as I did, the weeds grew deep,
The roots around my heart took hold,
With bitterness my heart turned cold.

I could not see,
I could not hear,
The gentle song sung over me.
I could not trust,
But only fear,
The pain, that slowly covered me.

In darkness there I did not move,
Imprisoned by the weeds I knew,
Too weak to try to break away,
Afraid of love so strong betrayed.

But still His song played over me,
When silence fell,
And hope fled way,
I heard His love sing over me.
I heard His voice sing over me.

I listened there, so silently,
Afraid to trust His love for me.
What if He too would leave me there,
Alone and cold, unloved and bare?

Closer still He sang to me,
I dared to peak, to see Him there,
And in His face a love sincere,
I saw amidst a smile and tears.

"My love, I have been waiting here,
I know your pain, I know your tears,
And though his love I cannot give,
I give myself, that you may live."

"I've loved you before time began,
And still when days and nights will end.
I gave you life, I made your soul,
Your purpose in my heart to hold."

And as He sang the weeds pulled 'way,
With each new note His song they sang,
They lifted me to where He lay,
So still I looked upon His face.

The bitter root with poison bare,
Still held my heart with rage and tears,
His hand he pressed upon my heart,
And sang and sang till day grew dark.

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