I Almost Got Married
By Linda Mupemo
  
I was so close to leaving single ville,
I was so close to leaving single ville,
                                  So close to walking down the aisle.
                              Diamond rings, red roses and a ball gown.
                                     Veil, lacy pumps and a crown.
                                                All was set.
                                    I was ready to meet my groom.
                                         But, I am single again!
                    My groom says I am not what He was looking for.
                                    In my books I was qualified,
                            Yet in His books I was not qualified.
                                    And no, it was not Him.
                                             It was me.
                        See, I focused on slaying my ball gown,
                        Instead of preparing to receive my crown.
                              I focused on outward apparel, 
                           Instead of polishing my inner jewel.
                           I was a bond slave of my desires, 
when He called me to be a bond-servant in His Kingdom.
when He called me to be a bond-servant in His Kingdom.
                       Paradoxically, the wedding took place.
                                 Only I was not His bride.
                                 Only I am not His Mrs.
                                  I missed my groom.
                                  I missed my wedding.
                                  I missed Jesus Christ.
                             I missed my heavenly place!

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