As I am who I am; although, who I am is not who am I. Therefore who am I is what I am.

Leaving Him has never crossed my mind, so even if love were to find it's way to me; though, single right now I may be, being blessed by God is alright with me, for He is my greatest desire. I can wait for my time for true love, wait as long as I have to, for true love to prove it's true, for long lasting romance to meet me half way.

There are many things I understand, but there is one thing that escapes my understanding. Which my mind cannot fathom, nor my wisdom able to decipher. That is the ways of my own heart, for which my heart desires a woman, but I cannot reason it. Whether it is intense infatuation through attraction, or true love. The ways of my heart are strange, but I know this much is true. I cannot keep my heart from revealing this to my mind; therefore, I am constantly in thought.

Do I Cry

Do I cry? It seems tears rarely form in my eyes these days, yet do I cry? When all the stress and pain is gone, will you see tears falling from my eyes at all? Blessed am I, for there is nothing that can keep me down, nothing that can destroy my faith.  I did cry, though you never saw my tears.  Yet, when I heard the singing of the sick and wounded voices in Haiti, I cried.  From the boy who could not stand on his own, to his mother who held him up so that he could dance and clap his hands.  I cried when the people who were close to death sung their hearts out with joy, with power in their voice.  I cried, but not with sadness or with grief, nor with tears filled with pity.  I cried with joy, for glory, for their song was for Jesus.  Yes, I cry, but you do not see my tears, for they are formed in my heart, and fall to my soul, an endless fuel for my ambition and my love for people.

Sweet are the days of my past, when once I was a child, but even sweeter will be the days of my future, when I look back on these days... I will certainly say, thank God for Christ Jesus!

To the woman of my dreams, where are you now, if only you knew my heart, then you would know what I would do for you.

To a woman I have yet to meet, here is the heart that continues to beat.  I know you do not know, but if only you knew though.  Woman the things I would do for you, and if only you really knew.  I have tried time and time again, to make you my woman.  Each time you turned me down, and each time it felt like my heart hit the you are different every time, not the same face or the same eyes. Never the same lips or hips, and the heart is never in its place, so I continue to look.  I look and look, but I see you not.  I pray and wait, but where are you now my love, true love, where are you now.  O how it hurts me to wait for you, and each day it is harder too. I cannot begin to imagine the things you must be going through.  Yet, if you hurt like I do, then woman you must be feeling the same way, maybe we spend just half of half a day.  

As I am attracted to a woman whose words are like the sweet serenading of the violin and harp. Whose hands are soft and smooth.  Her voice is beautiful to hear; my ears do take pleasure in that sweet sound.  And, not even the birds can compare to the music from her tuned heart. If she could be more than just a friend to me, I would swear she was an angel, yet I have no proof of that. Physically she is intimidating, and her beauty is more than amazing, awe-inspiring, resplendent and magnificent.  I hope she is not the kind to just pass me by, who will quickly deny, and dare to turn away.  To leave my sight  tomorrow, to quickly walk away, maybe today.  If she does I won't cry, I have cried too much I cannot lie, but I do not wish to shed another tear for fear.  My fear to shed my precious tears for someone who just was not meant to be for me, and so I wold rather she let me know and just go before we get too close, and my heart is broken again. 

Who is that woman of God, and where can a man of God find her?

Allow me to express myself, say I, that you are a beautiful woman to behold, and my heart does take pleasure in your beauty.

I want to be a good man; however, I am not a good man. No, good I am yet to be. Therefore, I must try to be right and do the right thing all the time.

If the ground suddenly burned under my feet, and the sky covered with ash, be the day I turn away from my Lord. Then surely that be the day my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth. Because the love I have for the Lord is everlasting, for it will stand like a mountain in the wind; the mountain will never kneel.

Let I, say to you, this is my love for him too. It will not be broken and it will never fade away. Till the world is mine alone, and my soul wanders the earth aimlessly, I will be loving the Lord forever and always. I am always blessed to see another day. Gladly, my heart will shine bright like the day, never shall my love for God ever shy away.©

After the animosity, and misery, and the pain has been lifted from me. There will be joy within my tears, for He is a faithful God. He is worthy of my praise, and what he promised I know he will keep. He is a right now God and the children declare it. He is wonderful to me, even though, I am yet a sinner only saved by his loving grace.