Monday, 3 June 2013


When I asked Him to see you again,
I didn't mean a glimpse of you as,
you drove past.

Face to face, flesh to flesh,
Tender lips upon my lips,
A glorious memory that would last.

But beggars can't be choosers,
And begging is what He would,
Have me do from the very start.

You throw me tasty morsels,
Which have to do; I can't walk away,
Please mend my bleeding heart.