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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