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Least of my Service
by Misty Montier
copyright 03-28-2008


Age Rating: 18 to 127

 
so like, I met this man once
and we gelled, jived right out the gate;
I thought he might be my lifemate.

we rapped all night it seemed, I mean,
we went on and on,
we shared and shared
about current affairs, foreign affairs
this country’s STATE of affairs;
we were PARALLEL squares,
equals in everyway,
our wits just fit, and I was fit
to be tied, beside
myself with glee
like a kid on a trampoline

I even let my imagination get the better of me
sitting there, dreaming of the possibility of we;
growing old together, weathering storms together
gelling into each other
like a comfortable pair of worn dungarees

we even touched on
heavy things, spiritual things,
my favorite things—God, and what HE
means to me—
the brother was not empty,
so, I decided to double-check and see
where in lied his true loyalties

I told him I followed in Christ,
not just in word, but deed--
I’m a holy living sacrifice,
my body a paradise
meant only for heaven focused eyes--
and just as I surmised
the conversation soon took a dive

he wished me God-speed
and was out with lighting speed
and though try as might to show him the light
he wasn't trying to hear it,
he was only trying to get it—
the stuff the good Lord gave me
meant for a Prince of Royalty

and, I was sad for a minute
that he only wanted to get lost in it,
but I had to rejoice and be glad in it
for God is the path I’ve chosen
and he was not to be
my one and only.




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03-28-2008 Frank Fields    

This so took me to so many places, perhaps not those which were truly intended, but still, the journeys made. I felt with you throughout, not just of you, but of him also, and even Him. Rarely will a work achieve that depth.

The age could be lowered, I think. It could easily go down to 13+. But that's a personal choice, most like. ^^

Thank you. ^^

Frank :)
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