“I Will Wait for You”

Awesome, awesome spoken word, shared by one of my Chicago bros on facebook:

It’s been a while, but I’m taking a break from homework to look up the referenced verses.

To my hearing thou shalt give joy and gladness: and the bones that have been humbled shall rejoice. Ps 51:10

The words of king Lamuel. The vision wherewith his mother instructed him. What, O my beloved: What, O the beloved of my womb: What, O the beloved of my vows? Give not thy substance to women, and thy riches to destroy kings. Give not to kings, O Lamuel, give not wine to kings: because there is no secret where drunkenness reigneth: And lest they drink and forget judgments, and pervert the cause of the children of the poor. Give strong drink to them that are sad: and wine to them that are grieved in mind: Let them drink, and forget their want, and remember their sorrow no more. Open thy mouth for the dumb, and for the causes of all the children that pass. Open thy mouth, decree that which is just: and do justice to the needy and poor. Who shall find a valiant woman? Far and from the uttermost coasts is the price of her. The heart of her husband trusteth in her: and he shall have no need of spoils. She will render him good, and not evil, all the days of her life. She hath sought wool and flax, and hath wrought by the counsel of her hands. She is like the merchant’s ship: she bringeth bread from afar. And she hath risen in the night, and given a prey to her household, and victuals to her maidens. She hath considered a field, and bought it: with the fruit of her hands she hath planted a vineyard. She hath girded her loins with strength, and hath strengthened her arm. She hath tasted and seen that her traffic is good: her lamp shall not be put out in the night. She hath put out her hand to strong things: and her fingers have taken hold of the spindle. She hath opened her hand to the needy, and stretched out her hands to the poor. She shall not fear for her house in the cold of snow: for all her domestics are clothed with double garments. She hath made for herself clothing of tapestry: fine linen and purple is her covering. Her husband is honorable in the gates, when he sitteth among the senators of the land. She made fine linen, and sold it, and delivered a girdle to the Chanaanite. Strength and beauty are her clothing: and she shall laugh in the latter day. She hath opened her mouth to wisdom: and the law of clemency is on her tongue. She hath looked well to the paths of her house, and hath not eaten her bread idle. Her children rose up, and called her blessed: her husband, and he praised her. Many daughters have gathered together riches: thou hast surpassed them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: the woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her the fruit of her hands: and let her works praise her in the gates. Prov 31

So it seemed that it was cool for everyone to be in a relationship but me.
So I took matters into my own hands and ended up with him; him who displayed the characteristics of a cheater, a liar, an abuser, and a thief, so why was I surprised when he broke into my heart?
I called 911 but I was cardiac arrested for aiding and abetting ’cause it was me who let him in claiming we were “just friends.”
It was already decided for me by the first date that even if he wasn’t, I was gonna make him The One.
You know, I was tired of being alone, and I simply made up my mind that it was about that time, so I decided to drag him along for the ride, ’cause I was always the bridesmaid and never the bride.
A virgin in the physical, but mentally just a grown woman on the corner in the heat who was tired of the wait, so I was gonna make him The One.
He had a form of Godliness, but not much.
But hey, hey, I can change him!
So, honey, I’ll take him, I mean, he’s close enough.
Ready to sell my aorta for a quarter, not knowing the value of its use to me, arteries so clogged with my will, it blocked His from flowing through me.
So I thank Christ that His blood pressure gave his heart an attack that flatlined my obscured vision, put me flat on my back.
Through my ignorance He saw, through my sternum He sawed and cracked open my chest to transplant Psalm 51:10; a new heart and a renewed right spirit within.
So now I fully understand – better yet, I thoroughly comprehend – how much I need to wait for you.
See, the bad thing is that I knew he wasn’t you from the beginning, ’cause in the beginning was the Word, and he didn’t even sound or shine like Your Son.
Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks, and all he could whisper was sweet empty nothings which meant nothing.
He couldn’t even pray when I needed him to; asking him to fast would be absurd, so forget about being cleansed and washed with water through the Word.
But I know you, you were already praying for me, even never having met me.
Let me assure you, I will wait for you.
I will no longer date, socialize, or communicate with carbon copies of you to appease my boredom or to quench my thirstiness I have for attention and short lived-compliments from “sorta kinda”s.
You know, he’s sorta kinda right but sorta kinda wrong?
His first name Luke, his last name Warm.
I, I won’t settle for false companionship.
I won’t lay in the embrace of his arms attempting to find some closeness, but never feeling so far apart ’cause I just wanna be held, ’cause all I gotta do is say No.
No more almost sessions of almost coming close, passing winks and buying drinks, and I’ma, I’ma, I’ma flirt who flirts with the ideology of, “Can you just tell me how much I can get away with and still be saved?”
No more.
I’ll stay in my bed, alone, and write poems about how I will wait for you.
He won’t even come close, our fingers won’t even interlock, we won’t even exchange breath, ’cause I have thoughts that I’ve “saved as” in a file that God has only equipped you to open.
I will no longer get weighted down from so-called friends and family talks about the concern for my biological clock when I serve the Author of Time who is not subject to time, but I’m subject to Him.
He has the ability to stop, fast forward, pause, or rewind at any given time, so if we could role play, you would be Abraham and I would be Sara, or you can be Isaac and I can be Rebecca – a servant’s answered prayer.
I am bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh, made up of your rib, Adam, and once we meet, like electrons I will be bound to your nucleus, completely indivisible atom.
We even speak the same math: one plus one plus one equals three, which really equals one if you add Him.
We were all created in His image, but you have the ability to reflect, project, and even detect the Son.
If I were to explain what you looked like, you would have to look like a star, a son of the Son.
I would gain energy simply from the light on me.
I would need you in order to complete my photosynthesis.
I wait your revelation, but once again from the genesis, I will wait for you.
And I will know you, because when you speak, I will be reminded of Solomon’s wisdom.
Your ability to lead will remind me of Moses.
Your faith will remind me of Abraham.
Your confidence in God’s Word will remind me of Daniel.
Your inspiration will remind me of Paul.
Your heart for God will remind me of David.
Your attention to detail will remind me of Noah.
Your integrity will remind me of Joseph, and your ability to abandon your own will will remind me of the disciples, but your ability to love selflessly and unconditionally will remind me of Christ – but I won’t need to identify you by any special Matthews or any special Marks, ’cause His Word will be tatted all over your heart, and you will know me and you will find me where the boldness of Esther meets the warm closeness of Ruth, where the hospitality of Lydia is aligned with the submission of Mary, which is engulfed in the tears of a praying Hanna.
I will be the one drenched in Proverbs 31 waiting for you, but to my Father, my Father who has known me before I was birthed into this earth, only if You should see fit.
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, and 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 wait for You, Lord, more than the watchmen wait for the morning, more than the watchmen wait for the morning, I will wait.

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