tonight of last

meet you in time when I arrive
from abroad, and hear the five
claims of what happened between us.
I closed my eyes and hushed

an anxious soul to sleep.
You were the motivator, who would keep
prayer alive and fervent.
Out of we two, you the servant

I just love, I adore.
Outer worship is core
For the sustaining of this tree to grow
and thrive. No,

we shall silence it's voice now.
Ownership is not ours
And I want you to take me and lead
me into your forest of delights. Where you will feed

me the firstfruits of your labour.
I expect nothing less than your
fragmented, broken, piecemeal, best restoredheart for
the God who changed our lives. Or,

a fruity conviction. Yes!
I just really want to know this.
I wish, our hands enclasped
and reassurance of enough time passed

to declare, that we are ready.
Finally.
No more games.
No more rhymes,

and thus we wait.