A Needle In a Hay Stack
A dating site,
I checked out,
found some men,
I couldn't figure out.
Some were sitting,
on their scooter so tough,
some had fish,
talking of their luck.
Some were hunters,
with their trophy held high,
while others talked,
about treating them right.
Now I am shocked,
at what some men think,
talking about bars,
and having a drink.
My goal now,
at this stage in life,
is not big fish,
or a fast ride.
I want a companion,
with his head on straight,
one that believes,
Jesus Christ is the way.
A needle in a hay stack,
I know he is there,
and when I find him,
we'll be a perfect pair.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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