I couldn't put my finger on it,
something about him I didn't like.
These were the days that I was
in love with Mike.
He was nice.
He was respectful--
kind and polite.
He was educated,
unique, but not my type.
I wasn't crazy,
I was just young,
still a baby.
Didn't know the difference
between what was good and what was shady?
He was a beautiful man
who loved God--
used the Bible as his
fishing rod.
My blind eyes couldn't see,
he knew he had often annoyed me.
"Come to our bible study,"
but I wasn't ready, my life
wasn't clean, it was still muddy.
God took his hand off the spiritual man
and left me alone--there was no more Dan.
No more invites and no more slights.
I thought I was doing "okay, alright."
But now that I look back on my life,
God was trying to save me from stress and strife.
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