Too Beautiful To Be Re-Used
Too Beautiful to be Re-used
Used and abused
Like a borrowed book from the library
Put me back on the shelf without another look
Like you’re dancing with the enemy…
Do this and do that
I’m Cinderella now scrubbing your floors
Making your wrongs right…
Chauffeuring you around town
Now you should be on God’s next flight
Up up and off into his word tonight…
He holds the key to unlock your untamed heart
Say a little prayer if you’re not sure where to start
I’m the queen of any story in his eyes so divine
You can’t slave me in a cottonfield
Picking cotton, pulling weeds, watering flowers, or planting seeds
I’m simply too beautiful inside and out
To be handled like your watering canister
I design the spout…
So the next time you want to use me
Like a rebound bouncing back
Get with my God and talk to him
He’s listening to your prayers and will forgive your sin…
For I am much too beautiful to be abused
Like a borrowed book from the library that will never be re-used.
By: Aleasha A. Martin
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