In wondrous awe, she discovers her soul’s, true mate
“Is it me?” I inquire of the Divine, who always orchestrates fate
“Yes, you,” comes the reply, for it was meant to be
All these years, she remained hidden from the world’s sight
Yet, she dwelled within my very realm of light
My vision was obscured, unaware of the grander scheme
The finest opportunities often elude our grasp
Thanks to Pastor Furtick, the obvious now I firmly clasp
Through your sermon, another Steven you have touched
In every breath, every wish, every word spoken
You were always there, never truly forsaken
Yet, my longing eyes failed to recognize your presence
Love has cleansed the veil from my sight, it is clear
I see you now, but do you see me with eyes anew, my dear?
Mocked for love’s failures before your revelation came
They fail to grasp, it was merely a test to reclaim
If I could love you faithfully when love’s trials appeared
With bated breath, I yearn to embrace you, my princess fair
This waiting prince, longing for his princess, the end of his despair
Will you forgive my past mistakes, my entanglement with Pharaoh’s wife?
Love is not found by seeking, it finds us, bringing life
Wait patiently, for I shall pluck love’s sweetest fruit for you
Love vows, no bitterness shall taint the taste, this love anew