I had it all wrong and mixed up in my head, the life I was living,
I was like the walking dead.
I was looking for love, but in my ignorance I made the mistake,
I settled for lust, unaware it was my soul that it would break.
This is one of life’s greatest struggles.
It’s been the down fall of kings, pastors, and households alike,
We’ve crucified love, impaled in on a pike.
Lust is the vampiric needing, whose hunger is hidden while on the other’s heart you are feeding.
Your desire blinds you to the blood they are bleeding, while it is the luster of their flesh you are seeing.
Lust’s only concern is in self, none for anything else.
Draining a person down to a husk, till their soul is emptied to dust.
Our targets are left discarded and exposed, vulnerable, alone, easier pray for the next attacker, unopposed.
The vampire moves on devoid of empathy, yes that was me, the craving is driving, not the loss of the memory.
Lead by lust’s leash, addicted to the physical craving, unknown to them is peace.
I remember being down on my knees, praying to God with a burning chest, trying to put these desires to rest.
The physical burned out as the Spirit discerned, the best course was to adjourn.
Lust is famous, a popular attraction, love at first sight they claim, is actually this in action.
Misconstrued and confused by what you see on the news.
Love is a choice.
These actions should speak louder than that thirsty voice.
While lust stems from the center of a selfish mess,
Love is rooted in a person’s selfless address.
The choice is made to put these actions on display, regardless of the giver’s dismay.
Love it is patient and kind.
No envy will it provide.
Love does not boast nor pride does it hide.
Love is never jealous and dishonor it does not relish.
Love keeps no record of wrong doing.
It is slow to anger brewing.
Love rejoices in the truth and in justice too.
Love never gives up.
It’s forever companion is faith and endures beyond the stages of youth.
Sex is the ritual binding and true.
That’s why when they split, that person takes with them a piece of you.
They tell us don’t put the cart Infront of the horse,
But that is what they are doing, they’ve already measured the course, just look at our rate of divorce.
Beauty and swagger, it’s all fine with me, but what are the roots supporting your tree?
If a gale come calling and blowing between, would your might oak fall over and shatter this dream?
The boiling and yearning of the passion within, I was not able to inhibit.
But now its quenched in the oil of the Spirit.
Tempered and strengthened placed in my own Excalibur’s stone, to be wielded again, once a loving heart it has been shown.
My desires are real, strong with pulsing appeal,
But my exposure to love forms my resolve of steel.
I won’t sell myself short, to go back and resort, to any of my self indulgent cohorts.
I want a companion for this journey, one that won’t cause me worry.
Trust and admiration, and inspiring situation,
When two people come together, two birds of a feather,
Through thick in thin, the choice is made regardless of the weather,
Comes famine or drought, or if the money ever runs out.
No other head could cause us turn, because of the passion we’d burn.
A partner for an adventure to a destination unknown,
But its the trip that will cause our trust to be grown,
Through faith in our Lord as He guides us on our way,
Someone supporting, someone who will pray.
Love is a transformational thing.
It takes attraction and turns it into a ring.
No greater force in this world will ever exist.
So what is it’s source, from where does it persist?
It is written that there is no greater love than for a man to lay down his own life, to die for a friend, the most selfless of actions, to the very end.
Love it’s been with us since the very beginning,
Even through our fall and the continual sinning.
Christ is the one, they way love was poured down.
By His victory on the cross,
They even gave Him a crown.
One Truth. One Spirit. One Way.