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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Tailor Made



Father the tongue of my pen is tied…. It is stuck. So I sit. My ears ring above the sound of my wood stove blowing it the background. It’s late, I’m tired and the down of my pillow’s calling. Sleep awaits me and I, I wanna go. But the keyboard pulls at my fingers, as the strings of the keys pull out rhythms my guitar will never know.

My beautiful daughter’s walked in the room; by the way, all daughters are beautiful! In zebra stripped pajamas, her intoxicating nails she shows. No, really, the fumes from the acetone in her polish have made my head zone. Now in thought, though not quite so clear, her presence still lingers and I know the little girl’s grown.

Soon, I will have to give her to another man, her husband to be. So, I pray for him now, though he’s nowhere to be found. She has no boyfriend or man on the wait. She’s neither enthralled either or I would make her hesitate. No, I just know one day will come and her bright eyes will brighten. One will catch those eyes, and then there is no point fightin’—spell checks are annoying sometimes! I know it says it’s wrong, but I wanna (ahhh! again!) use it anyway. Anyway, time will come, go and pass and she Lord willing will marry and marry right. I hope it’s someone better than me. I hope they have more resolve, love, and patience. With resolve to love her close, and God closer still.  I pray he loves her dearly, in thought, word, and deed; though I pray he loves God more in those same thoughts, words, and deeds. I pray her future husbands’ patience will be great, great enough to wait for her and wait for her God too. I pray he’ll be pure in thought and motive and always keep his word. I pray Father he’ll love what’s good and hate evil period, and know it quite clear. Father, I want him tailor made, just for her fit; and I want him made with You’re heart and just like Jesus.


I know my order’s big Lord, yet nothin’s big for You! So I pray big, Father make it so. Thanks Dad, our heavenly Papa, our Father and holy God above! And, as always, I pray it in Your Son’s holy name, Jesus.



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