Gossiper
GOSSIPER
Never wanted to believe my love,
that it was truly you,
Always a hopeful doubt,
even with every clue.
Closer than the most trusted,
most loyal, bosom friend,
heart and soul, my love forever,
from beginning until the end.
Til the gift of given dreams,
from God’s own broken heart,
Again rolled back the veil for me,
to faithfully impart.
And even then, the Lord He knew,
as only He knows best,
What He despises as much as I,
hurt more than I detest.
A casual beautiful moment with you,
So meaningful to me,
Yet a squirming, turning, soon recognized,
them on you, from you, on me.
Oh the secrets the Lord will impart,
Oh the things He would let us see,
He loves me as great as all of us,
As much as He loves thee,
No I am not a clairvoyant one,
Oh it is Christ who reveals what I see.
Let this day now be the day you know,
it is the Lord revealing you to me.
And if you think this poem’s for you,
A poem of love greater than hate,
I love you more than yesterday,
For you us, it is not too late.
For it is not just to reveal,
Something so desperately wrong,
But to show to you in spite of it,
His love for us so strong.
How do I know? You may ask how,
I‘m the one to tell you best,
Because the heart of Him, that’s loving you,
Is beating in my chest.
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