Date: 12/11/2012
Writer’s Name: 0rnitha Danielle
Title: In Perfect Tune
My body knows not the emotional course that it will take, but it builds up a wall that won’t shake. The keys play the perfect tune, although my heart sings out in imperfect tune as when roses are in perfect bloom. For my slender hand caresses the ivory keys, inside my inner soul bleeds.
Dressed in red, jewelry picked to fancy any guy that has been caught in my perfect sight. Will I whisper my dreams, my goals, my darkest secrets to his ear that he must go to God, so that he can see me ever so clear? Night has come, as the day is no more, the love that I’ve dreamt was knocking at heaven’s door.
My God sees me with all my flaws, and knows the day I desire to come home. For this life has become too hard, too painful to endure, the more I cry, the afraid, insecure woman in me dies. Longing to be understood, but often times very misunderstood. With her eyes closed she thinks of walking the streets of gold. She knows she’s far more worth than any material things that are placed on this earth.
Does she know who she is? She realizes she’s worth more to God than to any man, because He’s the one with the master plan. For He, my God meticulously, created her with every single curve that would desire man, her personality and the swag too. She’s the daughter of a King; that is waiting on her King.
Knowing that her body, mind, and soul will be treasured like pure gold. Why would she continue to sing songs in the imperfect tune, when she desires the love of a man to bring her to knees, as she prays for him, they are tired by the soul. Her heart no longer beats to that off key tune, for she listen to his heart praying that it never parts. Joy rings down in her soul as she lays still and dream of them as they grow old. She loves him although at this time she sings again out of tune, but to God that is a wonderful sound in His ear. As her tears hit the musical instrument it too plays a sweet melody, for every tear she cries again… it has been lifted up like a mighty fortress. For father in Heaven the King that still reigns on the throne collects all when they fall. Can a woman’s heart be in perfect tune? Sure it can if she allows the Most High to perform open heart surgery to correct the past hurts, the broken promises, shattered dreams, and the lonely nights that are spent in darkness crying as the little girl within. The little wants to free so that woman can come to the forefront and be all she can be. But before she can know her worth, she has to allow her heart to be In Perfect Tune.
Writer’s Name: 0rnitha Danielle
Title: In Perfect Tune
My body knows not the emotional course that it will take, but it builds up a wall that won’t shake. The keys play the perfect tune, although my heart sings out in imperfect tune as when roses are in perfect bloom. For my slender hand caresses the ivory keys, inside my inner soul bleeds.
Dressed in red, jewelry picked to fancy any guy that has been caught in my perfect sight. Will I whisper my dreams, my goals, my darkest secrets to his ear that he must go to God, so that he can see me ever so clear? Night has come, as the day is no more, the love that I’ve dreamt was knocking at heaven’s door.
My God sees me with all my flaws, and knows the day I desire to come home. For this life has become too hard, too painful to endure, the more I cry, the afraid, insecure woman in me dies. Longing to be understood, but often times very misunderstood. With her eyes closed she thinks of walking the streets of gold. She knows she’s far more worth than any material things that are placed on this earth.
Does she know who she is? She realizes she’s worth more to God than to any man, because He’s the one with the master plan. For He, my God meticulously, created her with every single curve that would desire man, her personality and the swag too. She’s the daughter of a King; that is waiting on her King.
Knowing that her body, mind, and soul will be treasured like pure gold. Why would she continue to sing songs in the imperfect tune, when she desires the love of a man to bring her to knees, as she prays for him, they are tired by the soul. Her heart no longer beats to that off key tune, for she listen to his heart praying that it never parts. Joy rings down in her soul as she lays still and dream of them as they grow old. She loves him although at this time she sings again out of tune, but to God that is a wonderful sound in His ear. As her tears hit the musical instrument it too plays a sweet melody, for every tear she cries again… it has been lifted up like a mighty fortress. For father in Heaven the King that still reigns on the throne collects all when they fall. Can a woman’s heart be in perfect tune? Sure it can if she allows the Most High to perform open heart surgery to correct the past hurts, the broken promises, shattered dreams, and the lonely nights that are spent in darkness crying as the little girl within. The little wants to free so that woman can come to the forefront and be all she can be. But before she can know her worth, she has to allow her heart to be In Perfect Tune.
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