in pursuit of the prize
longing for true embrace with
one dead to love's advances
Loveless utterly fails
to describe heartless
unresponsiveness given
ceaseless caring caress
After all, alone inside, to hide
this darkness, tears must stay
as this jealous lover stands
holding me firmly, waiting
Then in a moment of greatest weakness
maybe of desire, longing for some touch
looking at these hands of this,
my lover, why do I notice so seldom
patiently, tenderly having always
held this struggling soul who
would otherwise just run away
into the arms of another lesser
this lover still waits to captivate my soul
in ways mere mortals merely marvel
I know, I've experienced before
why wait, why hesitate, my hate of me
this lover who loves
and would love me so,
my heart wilts because of,
for not being what I should be,
this lover gives, has given all for me
but what have I, so I withhold
this my ultimate rejection
the last thing I control
suddenly a hand grasps me firmly
turning me to face fully the blazing fury
of this lover's eyes and feel the truth
of my foolish game and sad lies
a thunderous voice echoes
throughout the night into forever
"It is finished." Oh, this great Master
our Lord, my Savior, Christ, the Almighty.
Jesus is a ruthless lover.
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