The One (a poem for the women of God)

[knowingjesus]

The chin raises higher
to eagerly view
the one he desired
more than all the King knew

The one whom he fought for,
broke himself, gave his life,
to have the sole honor
of this woman as wife

The one he loves deeply
and without regard,
The one he adores,
even when things are hard

The one the King wooed
with personalized beauty,
and affliction that caused her
to depend on him truly

The moment is close,
just one image to gain,
of the one he drew close to
with the cupid of pain

The one whose white horse
ran too fast when he saved her,
took control, held her close,
never left there behind her

The one at the center
of her lover's good plan;
more like an adventure,
in which he is the man

The one he knows well,
he will feel all her pain,
through the darkness of sorrow,
has his treasure to gain

The one whose blue eyes
were once barren and tarnished,
The one whose small hands
he took in his and then kissed

The one he intends
to make whole with his love
And renew her each morning
with the same that's above

The one he desires
to just talk to all night
He wrote her a book,
so that maybe he might

The one on his mind,
and his heart, and his eyes,
has his complete attention,
to her need he complies

The one whom a King
brings her only the best
Who in his wisdom and power
can become weak and rest

The one who took breathes,
but returned him delight
Who made a King shy,
and to hope he looked right

The one he rejoices
to have as his own
Who fills in his heart
the one place that's alone

We now see the woman
all are waiting to view
The lover is Jesus,
and the woman is you.