What does Martha want?

I told the night, “God, I’m tired,

of doing it all by myself;

I feel weak and uninspired,

Come on and give me a hand"

I felt like I was colliding,

With the dark future ahead.

The rock in which I was hiding,

Had turned to quicksand instead.

Although I felt I was thriving,

With newly found independence,

I was in cruise control, driving

With no direction or tendence.

And I loved missing nobody,

Had all the time to myself,

No more fearing the conniving,

My heart was safe on the shelf.

Suddenly, external factors,

Made me move out of my cell,

Burning my chemoreceptors,

Attacking my nerves as well.

I was obliged into action,

By an unavoidable pressure

Responding to the aggression,

Feeling anything but pleasure.

Never would I have expected

at the time I entered that door,

That when looking for a warrior,

I’d found the man I’d adore.

"Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours."  Mark 11:24

Aware of his reputation,

Having few contacts before,

Not more than casual flirtation

No idea of what was in store.

Had him portrayed as a winner

As the best on what he does

Am I really going for dinner,

with the man that comes and goes?

I had no time to protect me,

I fell deep like waterfalls,

Unsure if he would just play me,

But still let down all my walls

I couldn’t feel more flattered,

He was a gift from above,

The one I had so admired,

Was talking to me about love!

His blue eyes light the darkness

And my puzzle is now done

I thanked God with excitement

This was His plan all along!

Yes, He rewarded my patience,

Disguised sun as a storm,

And now that I’m in his presence,

I know that the wait was worth.