Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Something of Value

I wanted so much more then to be wanted.
Seen as a pit stop to fill a need as basic as hunger.
I didn't want to be desirable
Just to be played with and put back on a shelf and for sale.
I have value.
And the secret to my enticement is found in the layers and depth of a person
That has treasures stored up and waiting to be spilled and spent with abandon on the One who would pursue her.
But you walked past all that.
Took what you thought you wanted and stayed hungry.
Still prowling the streets for me, for this,
And you don't even know it.

While you were window shopping for little girls playing dress up
Dangling like candy in front of you
I was at home waiting.

I could of given you
Something of value.

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