Love of My Life

I have heard that all women listen to Your words Those captured by You, smell like myrrh and You. I would call You, Sampson, but Your hair is more like wool There You stood, clad in light colored hand woven garments. I could see why women would await Your presence Your yes is yes, and Your no, is no. You're known to take Your women from rags to riches Your servants know You calm contentious spirits. One woman sat strumming on her polished guitar Another with tapestry, was content You were near. Other women waited your arrival with glee They had already rested their case with Thee. I wanted to be a part of Your crowded caravan But it wasn't up to me; Your eyes took soul searching stance. I could feel it in my spirit you agreed Those untamed parts of me, were Yours to tame. *