"I Will Wait For You" by Janette Ikz
So it’s 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 in 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 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, but, hey, hey, I can
change him,
so I’ll take him, I mean
he’s close…
enough.
Ready to sell my aorta for
a quarter,
not knowing the value of
it’s used to be
Arteries so clogged with
my will,
it blocked His will from
flowing through me.
So, I thank Christ that
His blood pressure gave this heart an attack,
that flatlined my obscured
vision, put me flat on my back.
Through my ignorance, He
saw,
so through my sternum He sawed
and cracked open my chest
to transplant Psalms
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 have
prayed 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 are 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 thirsty
desire for attention and short-lived compliments from ‘sorta kindas.’
You know, he ‘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,
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 & 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,
1 + 1 + 1 = 3,
which really equals 1 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 look like,
you would have to look
like a star
a sun of the Son.
I would gain energy simply
from the light that you shine on me.
I would need you in order
to complete my photosynthesis.
I await 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 & 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 birth 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 love 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.
I will always be Yours,
and I will always 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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I didn't write the poem. All credits goes to P4CM, especially the beautiful Jannete Ikz. Thank you so much for writing such beautiful poem. The transcript of the poem above are based on what i heard from the Video. Check out their website to hear more from P4CM.
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