Prayer for the hopeless romantic

Here is a beautifully accurate prayer for a romantic such as myself:

I desire Your will above mine,

So even if you call me to a life of singleness,

My heart is content with YOU – the One who was sent.

YOU are the greatest love story ever told,

The greatest story ever known

You are forever my judge & I’m forever Your witness

And I pray that I’m always found on a mission about my Father’s business

Oh, I will always be Yours!

And I will always wait for You Lord, more than the watchmen wait for the morning…

More than the watchmen wait for the morning… I WILL WAIT ♥

Quote from Janette Ikz' Slam “I Will Wait…for You”

David Bowden's Jermiah

It is people such as him
Who make me notice that
My love, the passion for Him,
Is not that
What it should be.
My reverence to my Lord
My desire for my Savior
My Hunger for the One
Who spoke me to be,
Is not half
What it should be.
And so I pray,
And hope
That what I say,
Leads the way
Back
To the narrow alley:
Commanding my body,
Begging my soul,
As David did
When he bid

His soul:

Praise Ye 

The LORD. 

Praise the LORD, 

O my soul

While I live

I will

Praise the Lord.

Chasing Turning Pages

As I stare down at this book,

I notice the pages of my life

Turning by themselves,

Hurrying at a decided pace,

Ignoring

My own desired pace of life:

Stillness.

I ask myself

If it is me or my body

Fighting off

What feels like

A virus - one

Eating away

At my enthusiasm-

Or, is it simply,

The predicament

Of a stunned heart

Rejecting, the possibility

To turn the page

Rejecting, the possibility

To look upon

The tabula raza of my future

With amity?

Rejecting, the possibility

To gladly look

Upon a bright page of white

Filled

With unforeseen

Promised unexpectations?

When change happened,

I wanted time to freeze.

I tried to make it so,

But failed.

I chose a painless cost,

To make time stop.

Paying with my heart

The price

To passively watch

Reality

Slipping,

And

Racing 

Through, my fingers 

One moment at a time.

(As the sand

Through an hourglass)

Being -frozen in time

Was my intent.

But life -taking its course

Woke me

From a long winter

Of slumber

And stupor

Nature

Made spring arise

As the season of ice

Had to someday pass

As beauty, slowly, awakes,

Now,

I chase after the turning pages

Of a dusty journal,

Trying to write down

The thoughts,

The memories

That make

Loving people

Making memories

And making connections,

A painful endeavour

It seems that

Too many times,

The pages turn

Before I have the time

To even find

The right pen

The right ink

With which

To write

A thought.