For Her to Awake

She gives a compliment back before she receives.

She’s not seeing herself, she only rushes to please.

Reading his face, she only wanted a smile.

Secretly she feared he might stay only a while.

Love is a fire in her Spirit.

Sacrifice her only song.

Only God she permits to flood her thoughts.

And only to Him does she belong.

Wake her up to the flesh!

Speak for her to awake!

If God never comes,

She will have to wait.

Her humility is painless

To those who love her over the others

The Type! The Ideal!

She’ll only say thanks,

Wounded by mother.

The beauty of a wound.

She can’t open her eyes

Her words will never assume

That she is the type.