What becometh of the man in love?
The heart and eye for the girl he sees
Yet like a grain in the field
It is eaten up by one not seen.
What becometh of the friend of his?
Who is young and naive,
Friendship soon blossomed betwixt her
With my best friend whom I cherished.
What becometh of the man of faith?
Does he still resound with praise?
Or put his hands to the plow,
Without looking back?
What then shall this man do?
To wait and to wait?
To leave and to hate?
The heart is full of awful dilemma.
The man sits here in this quiet space,
Thinking of words to loosen his grip,
Hoping that both find true happiness
Without this man in their way.
What more can the man do?
Except to give praise to Him
For He knows all things,
He will never leave us.
Trust in the Lord is what the bible says
I remind myself everyday,
Everyday is a new day,
Renewed never to be the same.
Dedicated to the one whom I have loved yet hath lost. But God restores joy in full, grace to forgive and forget! :)
God you are in control!
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