Poem: He Thinks

She Thinks…

Why did he have to care?
Couldn’t he see I wasn’t worth his prayers?
He’s way too good for me.
I’m not the girl he says he can see.
He’s getting too close to who I really am.
If I let myself feel, I’ll be damned.
For surely he will run far away
When he sees me by the light of day.
And then my heart will lay in pieces again,
Just as it did with all the other men.

The love in his eyes stabs at my heart;
The pain of it is tearing me apart
Why can’t he just leave me alone?
But instead he keeps bringing me back home.
If he saw how black my soul,
He would see that I cannot make him whole
I push and yet he’s still here.
His love will be the death of me I fear.
I just want to be left alone to cry;
To sink into myself and die.

Feeling causes too much pain.
It’s like standing in the pouring rain
And feeling cold to the bone.
Why can’t I just be left alone?
Yet something makes me stay.
It’s as if I can almost see the light of day.
He really is so good to me,
Yet how is it he cannot see
The truth of who I really am?
I am not a white, spotless lamb.

He Thinks…

Are you sure, Lord that she’s the one?
After all the things she has said and done?
How am I to show her love
When she is but a soiled dove?
But yet you said, “This one, beloved son”
So I will not be the one to shun.
And I’ll show her the Father above,
For there is nothing greater than Your love.
From here to eternity with me
She will ever be.

Lord, she pushes so hard.
She fights and claws and seems to regard
Our union as one of possession.
Why can’t she see this is no obsession
Of her mind or her beautiful body,
But that it is pure love, true and holy?
My heart aches at the depth of her pain,
Yet I feel as if I am speaking in vain
To ears that are too full of hate and fear
To hear what she needs to hear.

She’s desperate for her freedom.
She can’t see it is only through Your kingdom
That she will ever find herself truly free
And be able to let me love her completely.
She’s still that eight year old girl
Who found only pain in this cruel world.
She’s far too young to know such hate.
Let her see I don’t lie in wait
To take her soul to some dark place
But that I love her with grace.

God says…

Daughter who is filled with pain,
Come in from the pouring rain
And let me pour my love on you,
You deserve to be loved too.
You are far more beautiful
Than anything this world has told
You that you are or ever will be.
I simply want to set you free.
Won’t you let me come into your heart
And stay forever, never to part?

Son, you have served me well,
Even when on your knees you fell
And cried out against the sins
She has suffered at the hands of men
Who used her up repeatedly
And left her worn and bloody.
Your love for her is tearing down walls.
She is starting to hear my calls.
The freedom she seeks is taking root.
She no longer wants the forbidden fruit.

My child you are forgiven and loved,
You are no longer a soiled dove.
You are free to be the woman I created.
You are free to love the one you’ve mated.
My blood was shed for you to live.
I have so much more to give
To both your life and your marriage.
You don’t have to live in bondage
To fear and hate and bitterness
Because my love for you is endless.

This poem was inspired by the beautiful story in the book Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers.