Stumble Realized

A sister, on a popular Forum, professed disdain with Jesus/God, which squeezed my creative side, and this poured out, all cut and dried:

Stumble Realized

By Arley Steinhour 092811

I think like mortal, yes-sir-eee,

Cause, dear God, That's what I be.

Fallible, don't quite describe,

good reason for why you died.

I have my rights, a gift from you,

The 'wants' I have, might make you blue.

How dare you mean, you only gave,

The right for me, to be your Slave?

I own it all, that I can see,

Cause I can be all I can be.

Before you came, no one knew,

You'd offer Love, Blue Sky True.

We work and sweat, in this life,

You only offer, we be your Wife;

A wife that doesn't own a thing,

You own it all, that sure does sting.

What do you mean it's for eternity,

I'm more worried about what's for me.

I am embarrassed, when you do that,

Hug me so, till I feel quite flat;

Your Love is not the subject here,

About me, it is, can't you hear?

I made a choice between torment and you,

Since then I've not had a worn out shoe;

Ah-Ha, I think I'm beginning to see,

I sacrifice Sin, so you can better Love me.

Eternity is a very long time,

I be yours and you be mine;

So, good-by Sin, and all I 'want,'

I'm much safer, when you're in Front.

AMEN