Still Missing the Point
Reading the poems
I left on your bed
You thought I was
Messing with your head
What did they mean
You seemed so confused
Wondering how I meant
Those poems to be used
You asked some questions
And I tried to reply
But I may not have been
Clear as to what and why
You’re still missing the point
My love hasn’t wavered
My dreams are the same
Our life together, savored
I have given God my broken dreams
And am trusting in HIM
To fix and to mend
I’m out on a limb
I’m patiently waiting
For God to mold my dreams
Into HIS will
As strange as it seems
I’ve tried to fix things
On my own before
But the patch was short
Not there for more
Wanting another chance
Too see for myself
That you’re not still missing the point
8/4/08
