I took a pen to write a love poem; instead I wrote a dry poem.
A poem about my bleeding heart; a heart that needs deliverance.
Deliverance from my sinful nature; the nature I inflicted in my heart.
A heart full of shame; shame from what have done.
I took a pen to write a love poem, instead I wrote a suicidal note.
Suicidal in nature of what I was passing through; passing through due to the fact that I left you.
Thinking that I found a path; discovering your true self, so they called it.
Yet it led me to ruins; and oohhh, not only ruins, but also away from you and your righteous ways.
I took a pen to write a love poem; instead I realized of my poor choices.
Choices that hurt you; And not only that, but also crucifies you.
Again and again; I repeated the choices.
And again and again; You forgave me, just like the prodigal son.
I took a pen to write a love poem; instead I remembered of the love book you wrote to me.
Yet from page to page; I ignored them.
Wishing and dreaming of the worldly ones, which led me down.
Down to my ruins; and now, here I am thirsty of your love.
I took a pen to write a love poem; instead it reminded me of this one love note.
For God so loved the world….. ; It said in the note you wrote in John 3:16.
And oohhhh how can I forget the ones in Mark, Luke and James?; Such a wonderful piece, just for me.
The expression of your love left me perplexed; And wondering of how patient you are,
I took a pen to write a love poem; instead it reminded me of your love book.
The bible so you called it; There it lies on the shelf
A little dusty or rusty perhaps; Yet still waiting anxiously
Waiting for me to scan my bubbling eyes though it; to read about you,your love and how much you
I took a pen to write a love poem; a love poem to the woman I lost
Then I realized of how you felt; felt when I left you
You and the love book you gave me; Ignoring all that you did to me
Yet still there you were standing; waiting for me to call your name.
I took a pen to write a love poem; instead I realized I was writing it to the wrong her
For she left me when in agony and need; but you God never left my sight, even for a second
You stood beside me with your love book; waiting for me to notice your love
Your undying love ; a love that is pure and just even when I broke your heart.
I took a pen to write a love poem; instead I found myself stack, stack reading your love book.
I love the title you gave it; the bible so you called it.
With all those records and notes you wrote; I saw your undying love.
The love that I was missing; that’s why I came back to ask of it back.
For you assured me in the love note you wrote in Mathew 18:22; that you will always forgive me.
and take me back if I repent; So take me back lord, This is my plea.
And God, I accept your love book; the one you sent me centuries ago as my
I promise to always read it; and recite it in my heart.