We came together from Egypt,
Where we were enslaved with emptiness and chained with hurt.
Our hands cuffed and souls chained with loneliness
With broken hearts we didn’t know what to do with.
We wore scars like our best attire, a stunning dress made of hell fire,
Some nights we cried more than we prayed.
But when I walked into your secret place,
And you let me lay down at your feet.
I knew i would call you love.
You strolled into my life like a thief, un-suspecting in the dark of the night,
Smelling of southern comfort and intelligence and filled with a sense of humor light as the sprinkles on cake frosting.
And I welcomed you.
I washed your feet with my tears and dried them with my hair.
You called it healing.
You called it the salvation that brought you to your knees to pop the question
and it reminded you of everything you missed.
Today, I dress you up as my temple,
I will cover you in scented candles and put gods to protect you.
Today, I’ll accept your love.
I won’t ask why me.
I will instead embrace it and say yes me.
I vow to love you with an attitude
An attitude of Christ
because you are still that woman my vision sang to.